I don't know much about Norman. I only found a dry cleaner this summer, the only housekeeping service I found charged more than my mom's (although my house isn't even half the size), I can't find a single grocery store with a decent meat market, and overall, I only know about the restaurants in my general area. Therefore, obviously I do not know anyone that I can hire to do handy things around my house. That leaves it up to me.
Normally when I purchase something that requires manual labor to install, it will lay around for approximately one month.... give or take a few months. I had curtain rods hanging out in my bedroom for the first three months I lived here. Then one day I was tired of waking up when the sun came thru my window, so I hung the rod closest to my bed. I waited another month to hang the other one... and even then it was only because my mom suggested I do it. It was more of her telling me to hang it because it looks bad, but whatever.
In the middle of August, I decided to purchase a new shower rod. The one I had was not a very quality piece of equipment... it would not stay up higher on the wall, so my shower curtain had about a foot of plastic that would just hang out in the tub. It would accumulate water and I just thought it was really dirty. I purchased want that I could mount on the wall and that curved out giving me about 7.5 inches more of elbow space. A nice upgrade, kinda like going from Coach to Business Class.
The shower rod got hung today... almost two months later. I took it out of the box and soon realized I didn't have the drill it required. I had to get creative. When I hung my curtain rods, I also got creative. Instead of using a drill, I just nailed a whole in the plaster and then screwed the rod into the wholes that were there with my electric screwdriver/drill thing (but I didn't have drill bits... thats why I couldn't "drill.") I figured I could do that again... one problem. The electric screwdriver was no longer electric. And I didn't know where the power chord was. So again, I got creative.
Currently my shower rod is in place having been completely nailed to the wall. It was extremely tricky nailing one side in without anyone else holding the weight of the other end. Often times, my hammering consisted of me balancing the rod on my head. At one point I needed another nail but the rod wouldn't have held so I balanced on one foot, held the rod on my head and used my other foot to pick up the nail on the sink (like a monkey). It was no easy fete. But I felt as if I could attend yoga afterwards.
My shower curtain no longer hangs loose in the bottom of my tub and I have more room to "wash that man right outta my hair."
The only thing I'm worried about now is whether or not I can be held liable if someone were to buy my house and the rod collapse in on them... we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Do the Math.... 10K = 5 Miles
On Wednesday, I signed myself up for a 10K for this morning in Enid. I signed my parents up for the 5K... they aren't runners, but thats only 3.1 miles and I figured they could walk it. It was an excuse to have someone to see when I crossed the finish line.
Last night I didn't even think about picking up the registration packets.... I checked the website before and quickly realized I could have picked the packets up yesterday from 12:00pm - 7:30pm at the Continental Resources lobby. There was an option to pick it up the day of the race from 6:00am - 7:00am. Shit.
When I told my mom we had to be there at a quarter til 7, she wasn't pleased. My dad wakes up at 5:30am every morning but he insisted that if he went to pick up the packets, I had to come with him. I didn't think that was all that fair, but whatever, I went with him. I woke up at 6:15 so we could be our way around 6:30.
First we went to the North lobby of Continental Resources and there was no one there. So I check my phone... on race day we are supposed to pick it up at the Cherokee Strip Convention Center. So we go there to pick up our t-shirts, numbers and I get a time chip. At about 6:58am we leave the Convention Center because we have to go get mom... she was still in bed. I call her and tell her she needs to be ready by 7:30am so we can be there by the race at 8:00am.
We get home, she gets ready, dad eats, we are on our way out the door. We get downtown around 7:40. We walk towards the start line and I am confused the amount of people that are there... there isn't many. Then it dawns on me... the race started at 7:30am. Let me just tell you, I felt really cool walking up with my number on my chest when there were people finishing the race. But to make matters worse, I had to go have the people on the other side of the finish line clip my time chip off because they are the kind you have to return....
-"Excuse me, excuse me... can I get you to clip mine off?"
-"Oh goodness, how'd you get by us?"
She has no idea.
I still needed to run 5 miles... I'm training for my half and that was on the schedule. So I let my parents take my car and I ran home from downtown.... On my way home I almost got hit by a car that didn't see me when he was at the stop sign. Luckily he didn't.
I feel good about my 5 miles. But I can't help but feel like a dumb shit for missing the race.
Last night I didn't even think about picking up the registration packets.... I checked the website before and quickly realized I could have picked the packets up yesterday from 12:00pm - 7:30pm at the Continental Resources lobby. There was an option to pick it up the day of the race from 6:00am - 7:00am. Shit.
When I told my mom we had to be there at a quarter til 7, she wasn't pleased. My dad wakes up at 5:30am every morning but he insisted that if he went to pick up the packets, I had to come with him. I didn't think that was all that fair, but whatever, I went with him. I woke up at 6:15 so we could be our way around 6:30.
First we went to the North lobby of Continental Resources and there was no one there. So I check my phone... on race day we are supposed to pick it up at the Cherokee Strip Convention Center. So we go there to pick up our t-shirts, numbers and I get a time chip. At about 6:58am we leave the Convention Center because we have to go get mom... she was still in bed. I call her and tell her she needs to be ready by 7:30am so we can be there by the race at 8:00am.
We get home, she gets ready, dad eats, we are on our way out the door. We get downtown around 7:40. We walk towards the start line and I am confused the amount of people that are there... there isn't many. Then it dawns on me... the race started at 7:30am. Let me just tell you, I felt really cool walking up with my number on my chest when there were people finishing the race. But to make matters worse, I had to go have the people on the other side of the finish line clip my time chip off because they are the kind you have to return....
-"Excuse me, excuse me... can I get you to clip mine off?"
-"Oh goodness, how'd you get by us?"
She has no idea.
I still needed to run 5 miles... I'm training for my half and that was on the schedule. So I let my parents take my car and I ran home from downtown.... On my way home I almost got hit by a car that didn't see me when he was at the stop sign. Luckily he didn't.
I feel good about my 5 miles. But I can't help but feel like a dumb shit for missing the race.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Rude!...but genius!
There is a gym down the street from where I live. They are currently bulldozing their parking lot to make more money by putting in an outlet mall of sorts... i.e. they are putting three stores/shops/restaurants in. (The owner is a real entrepreneur.)
The most ironic/hilarious/sad thing about this little business venture is the fact that one of the businesses being put in is an IHOP. That is just wrong. They are putting an International House of Pancakes, which is open 24 hours a day, in front of a 24-Hour Fitness gym. Boom. Talk about setting people up for failure.
This makes as much sense as putting an abortion clinic in front of a sperm bank.... they are placing a business that will undo everything the individual just achieved in the other business.
While I was laughing hysterically about what was going through these entrepreneurs' minds, I realized THEY ARE GENIUSES. They are doing things exactly like Coca-Cola. When coke first came out, they had minutes amount of cocaine in the beverage and caffeine... two very addicting substances. Then when they decided to get a piece of the pie in the bottled water industry, they decided to screw with people by adding sodium to their Dasani water... (its not there for preservation people... water doesn't go stale.)
They place an ingredient in the water, which makes you need more.... 24-Hour Fitness is placing a restaurant in front of their business that will make people walk out and say to themselves, "I feel huge, I need to work out.... oh look a gym."
Rude!... but genius.
The most ironic/hilarious/sad thing about this little business venture is the fact that one of the businesses being put in is an IHOP. That is just wrong. They are putting an International House of Pancakes, which is open 24 hours a day, in front of a 24-Hour Fitness gym. Boom. Talk about setting people up for failure.
This makes as much sense as putting an abortion clinic in front of a sperm bank.... they are placing a business that will undo everything the individual just achieved in the other business.
While I was laughing hysterically about what was going through these entrepreneurs' minds, I realized THEY ARE GENIUSES. They are doing things exactly like Coca-Cola. When coke first came out, they had minutes amount of cocaine in the beverage and caffeine... two very addicting substances. Then when they decided to get a piece of the pie in the bottled water industry, they decided to screw with people by adding sodium to their Dasani water... (its not there for preservation people... water doesn't go stale.)
They place an ingredient in the water, which makes you need more.... 24-Hour Fitness is placing a restaurant in front of their business that will make people walk out and say to themselves, "I feel huge, I need to work out.... oh look a gym."
Rude!... but genius.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
A Short Story
Once upon a time, three girls loved them some OSU Cowboys and wanted to hit up the season opener which fell over labor day weekend. They partied it up before the game enjoying a large amount of alcoholic beverages. They mixed some drinks, thanks to Sonic, shotgunned some beers and even enjoyed a nice "lunch box."
When the game was about to start, they went on inside the stadium and continued to drink. They left the game at half time to go to a bar to drink some more. Their beloved cowboys were winning. They returned to the game in time for the 3rd quarter but soon realized there was no longer any reason to stay. The boys were winning and the bar was running dry.
They needed time to regain their thoughts, so they hung out in an automobile and listened to some music to decided whether or not they should go to the bars. Lady Godiva and Cha-Cha wanted to go to the bar and stay the night, however Big Momma wanted to drive back to OKC. It was obvious to both Lady Godiva and Cha-Cha that Big Momma was way too drunk to drive, but Big Momma assured them that she would eat some McDonalds, take a power nap and be good to go.
Big Momma dropped Godiva and Cha-Cha off at the bar and then waited in line at McDonalds. She got herself some nom nom and started to drive out of town. It then became apparent to Big Momma that she should not be driving and that it was very dangerous, so she pulled over into a gas station and parked. She hopped in the back of her car and took what she was hoping would be a 30 minute nap... it ended up being a 2 and 1/2 hour nap.
She woke up around 2:30am and realized she wasn't going anywhere that late at night. She called Cha-Cha and Godiva, they were currently getting a room at the Days Inn with some guy they knew from college. Big Momma was not so sure it would be a good idea for her to stay there because she did not want to sleep with this strange man she had not yet. Cha-Cha assured Momma that Godiva would be more than happy to sleep with him. So Momma picked up some water and headed to the hotel.
Cha-Cha and Godiva were getting ready in the bathroom and immediately began laughing hysterical upon Momma's entrance into the room. Momma laughed to because she realized how funny it was that she had just slept in a gas station parking lot while Cha-Cha and Godiva were living it up at the bar (although Cha-Cha and Godiva admitted to not having the best of time at the bar because it was too crowded and they just felt really old.)
The girls put their pajamas on and washed their face, and Momma introduced herself to Prince Charming admitting that she recognized him afterall. When Momma got done washing her face, Cha-Cha and Godiva had already crawled in bed together leaving Momma to sleep with Prince Charming. Awkward much?
Big Momma made the best of it announcing, "Guess I'm sleeping with you," followed by laughter. Prince Charming was a gentleman and both Momma and the Prince stayed on their very separate sides of the bed. The next morning when everyone had woke up completely sober, it quickly became obvious that the immediate situation they were all on was absolutely hysterical... mostly for the Prince and Big Momma.
The Prince thanked Big Momma for the water.... Big Momma thanked the Prince for the room and then informed him that she would be calling him in about six weeks to let him know about the results of the pregnancy test.
The End.
When the game was about to start, they went on inside the stadium and continued to drink. They left the game at half time to go to a bar to drink some more. Their beloved cowboys were winning. They returned to the game in time for the 3rd quarter but soon realized there was no longer any reason to stay. The boys were winning and the bar was running dry.
They needed time to regain their thoughts, so they hung out in an automobile and listened to some music to decided whether or not they should go to the bars. Lady Godiva and Cha-Cha wanted to go to the bar and stay the night, however Big Momma wanted to drive back to OKC. It was obvious to both Lady Godiva and Cha-Cha that Big Momma was way too drunk to drive, but Big Momma assured them that she would eat some McDonalds, take a power nap and be good to go.
Big Momma dropped Godiva and Cha-Cha off at the bar and then waited in line at McDonalds. She got herself some nom nom and started to drive out of town. It then became apparent to Big Momma that she should not be driving and that it was very dangerous, so she pulled over into a gas station and parked. She hopped in the back of her car and took what she was hoping would be a 30 minute nap... it ended up being a 2 and 1/2 hour nap.
She woke up around 2:30am and realized she wasn't going anywhere that late at night. She called Cha-Cha and Godiva, they were currently getting a room at the Days Inn with some guy they knew from college. Big Momma was not so sure it would be a good idea for her to stay there because she did not want to sleep with this strange man she had not yet. Cha-Cha assured Momma that Godiva would be more than happy to sleep with him. So Momma picked up some water and headed to the hotel.
Cha-Cha and Godiva were getting ready in the bathroom and immediately began laughing hysterical upon Momma's entrance into the room. Momma laughed to because she realized how funny it was that she had just slept in a gas station parking lot while Cha-Cha and Godiva were living it up at the bar (although Cha-Cha and Godiva admitted to not having the best of time at the bar because it was too crowded and they just felt really old.)
The girls put their pajamas on and washed their face, and Momma introduced herself to Prince Charming admitting that she recognized him afterall. When Momma got done washing her face, Cha-Cha and Godiva had already crawled in bed together leaving Momma to sleep with Prince Charming. Awkward much?
Big Momma made the best of it announcing, "Guess I'm sleeping with you," followed by laughter. Prince Charming was a gentleman and both Momma and the Prince stayed on their very separate sides of the bed. The next morning when everyone had woke up completely sober, it quickly became obvious that the immediate situation they were all on was absolutely hysterical... mostly for the Prince and Big Momma.
The Prince thanked Big Momma for the water.... Big Momma thanked the Prince for the room and then informed him that she would be calling him in about six weeks to let him know about the results of the pregnancy test.
The End.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Wrath of the Diet Gods
Today I went grocery shopping... I was running out of food, I had no choice. I started off in the produce section. About 1/2 of my final purchase consisted of fruit. I got cantaloupe, peaches, plums, apples, strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, scnhauzberries... I got a ton of fruit. Its healthy and it taste good. Then I got some deli meat, pickles, milk, cereal, yogurt, eggs, then I stopped.
The eggs are next to the cookies. Cookies are my weakness. There is nothing quite like a warm, gooey cookie right out of the oven. I stood in front of my favorite cookies for about two minutes, grabbed it, then put it down and walked away. I was proud. I contemplated rewarding myself with a bottle of wine, but soon realized that would totally defeat the purpose.
I went home, put away my groceries, read a little bit, made dinner, and then got ready for a leadership meeting I had to go to. OU Law has a new dean so every organization had a representative present to give a presentation on the organization. (I had to talk for the 2L class... thats a whole other story. Anyway, this meeting lasted two hours. I wasn't thrilled. After we got through the first 15 speakers, I thought we were done, I was wrong. They surprised me with another 10 speakers. Great.
By the time it was finally over, I needed something because that just sucked. I suggest to my roommate we go to either Passion Berry or Orange Leaf. She thinks its a great idea and I follow it up with suggesting we should definately go to the Orange Leaf because its better than Passion Berry.
So I'm driving down Lindsay and what do you know, its my best friend the police man. I get pulled over. I didn't know what the speed limit was. The best part of this story is not only did I not have insurance on me (BECAUSE MY PARENTS HAVE YET TO GIVE ME A NEW COPY) but I also had an outstanding warrant out for my arrest. I had gotten a ticket on my way to Kansas City a month ago and forgot about it until the day after the arraignment. That in OKC equals warrant, even though its only one day late. I had paid it yesterday, but I had yet to receive confirmation of the payment, which means they had not received it.
SO the beginning of my conversation with the police officer started off like this... um, I don't have my insurance and I may as well tell you this now, but I'm pretty sure there is a warrant out for me because of the last ticket I got, I've paid it, I just don't think its gone through. He answered my statement by saying, "So you are saying I should just arrest you right now." ..... He was kidding, but I didn't think that was funny.
I ended up getting two tickets, but I got away without being arrested. He said that because he didn't have a real reason to arrest me, he wouldn't take me in because most likely the OKC cops would come pick me up.
I actually thanked him after he gave me my tickets.... thats how you know I was relieved.
I couldn't help but think, if only I hadn't gone to Orange Leaf... shit.
The eggs are next to the cookies. Cookies are my weakness. There is nothing quite like a warm, gooey cookie right out of the oven. I stood in front of my favorite cookies for about two minutes, grabbed it, then put it down and walked away. I was proud. I contemplated rewarding myself with a bottle of wine, but soon realized that would totally defeat the purpose.
I went home, put away my groceries, read a little bit, made dinner, and then got ready for a leadership meeting I had to go to. OU Law has a new dean so every organization had a representative present to give a presentation on the organization. (I had to talk for the 2L class... thats a whole other story. Anyway, this meeting lasted two hours. I wasn't thrilled. After we got through the first 15 speakers, I thought we were done, I was wrong. They surprised me with another 10 speakers. Great.
By the time it was finally over, I needed something because that just sucked. I suggest to my roommate we go to either Passion Berry or Orange Leaf. She thinks its a great idea and I follow it up with suggesting we should definately go to the Orange Leaf because its better than Passion Berry.
So I'm driving down Lindsay and what do you know, its my best friend the police man. I get pulled over. I didn't know what the speed limit was. The best part of this story is not only did I not have insurance on me (BECAUSE MY PARENTS HAVE YET TO GIVE ME A NEW COPY) but I also had an outstanding warrant out for my arrest. I had gotten a ticket on my way to Kansas City a month ago and forgot about it until the day after the arraignment. That in OKC equals warrant, even though its only one day late. I had paid it yesterday, but I had yet to receive confirmation of the payment, which means they had not received it.
SO the beginning of my conversation with the police officer started off like this... um, I don't have my insurance and I may as well tell you this now, but I'm pretty sure there is a warrant out for me because of the last ticket I got, I've paid it, I just don't think its gone through. He answered my statement by saying, "So you are saying I should just arrest you right now." ..... He was kidding, but I didn't think that was funny.
I ended up getting two tickets, but I got away without being arrested. He said that because he didn't have a real reason to arrest me, he wouldn't take me in because most likely the OKC cops would come pick me up.
I actually thanked him after he gave me my tickets.... thats how you know I was relieved.
I couldn't help but think, if only I hadn't gone to Orange Leaf... shit.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
You Don't Want a Guilty Verdict, So Get Off the Couch.
In Criminal Procedure the other day, we were discussing the constitutionality of trash searches. I'll give you a quick summary of what we discovered: It's totally legal! Once you expose something to the public, you no longer have a reasonable expectation of privacy, and thus your trash may be searched without warrant.
The way my teacher went about teaching this particular rule is by bringing two of his neighbor's trash to the classroom and asking for "volunteers" to go through it.
Neighbor #1: We learned that it was a woman... she had just started her monthly cycle (luckily for us she had just started and not just gotten off), She was NOT a natural blonde, she had tan skin thanks to her bronzing lotion, she loved cosmetics particularly the ones that smell like grapefruit and we also learned that her father is still paying her phone bill.
Neighbor #2: Although we did not figure out the sex of neighbor #2, we learned something else.... #2 was fat. #2's garbage consisted of hershey chocolate rappers, old carrot cake, TGI Friday's take out box, Braums receipts and my personal favorite... DIET PILLS.
It got me thinking about the thought process of an individual who purchases diet pills... Why exercise or eat healthy when you can buy a little pill for an easy fix?
The way diet pills work depends on the ingredients they have. While some have an appetite suppressant effect, others will accelerate the metabolic rate or will eliminate toxins that promote weight gain. Virtually... you are royally screwing up your body. The moment you get off these pills, you will balloon back up plus some. People seek an easy fix but they soon realize, nothing is free. You have to work or pay for everything in life.
People take diet pills because they are desperate BUT lazy. Its not rocket science. When my clothes stopped fitting, I knew I needed to take immediate action. So I did. I limited my caloric intake and began working out 5 days a week. The pounds dropped fast. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it in the end. I still have to work hard and eat right to maintain where I'm at now... it isn't easy but I know how much its worth it and I have begun to enjoy my new life style and totally own it.
A wise man put it in a way that I particularly appreciate and I want to share it with you....
If you are lawyer, and you are good at what you do, you must make sacrifices in your life to achieve the goal at hand, which is winning the case.... If you want to win the case known as My Fat Ass Vs. The Mirror, you must be prepared to be in the court room for years and years. Your Fat Ass is a tough case, and you wouldn’t want the verdict to be returned guilty. -Luc Carl from Drunkdiet.com
Moral of the Story: Although trash searches are constitutional, Neighbor #2 has been found guilty of a fat ass. Don't let the same thing happen to you.
The way my teacher went about teaching this particular rule is by bringing two of his neighbor's trash to the classroom and asking for "volunteers" to go through it.
Neighbor #1: We learned that it was a woman... she had just started her monthly cycle (luckily for us she had just started and not just gotten off), She was NOT a natural blonde, she had tan skin thanks to her bronzing lotion, she loved cosmetics particularly the ones that smell like grapefruit and we also learned that her father is still paying her phone bill.
Neighbor #2: Although we did not figure out the sex of neighbor #2, we learned something else.... #2 was fat. #2's garbage consisted of hershey chocolate rappers, old carrot cake, TGI Friday's take out box, Braums receipts and my personal favorite... DIET PILLS.
It got me thinking about the thought process of an individual who purchases diet pills... Why exercise or eat healthy when you can buy a little pill for an easy fix?
The way diet pills work depends on the ingredients they have. While some have an appetite suppressant effect, others will accelerate the metabolic rate or will eliminate toxins that promote weight gain. Virtually... you are royally screwing up your body. The moment you get off these pills, you will balloon back up plus some. People seek an easy fix but they soon realize, nothing is free. You have to work or pay for everything in life.
People take diet pills because they are desperate BUT lazy. Its not rocket science. When my clothes stopped fitting, I knew I needed to take immediate action. So I did. I limited my caloric intake and began working out 5 days a week. The pounds dropped fast. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it in the end. I still have to work hard and eat right to maintain where I'm at now... it isn't easy but I know how much its worth it and I have begun to enjoy my new life style and totally own it.
A wise man put it in a way that I particularly appreciate and I want to share it with you....
If you are lawyer, and you are good at what you do, you must make sacrifices in your life to achieve the goal at hand, which is winning the case.... If you want to win the case known as My Fat Ass Vs. The Mirror, you must be prepared to be in the court room for years and years. Your Fat Ass is a tough case, and you wouldn’t want the verdict to be returned guilty. -Luc Carl from Drunkdiet.com
Moral of the Story: Although trash searches are constitutional, Neighbor #2 has been found guilty of a fat ass. Don't let the same thing happen to you.
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