Pretty sure I survived Armageddon

Some of Dallas' kin were kind enough to invite us along to a K-State game this past weekend. They hold season tickets, and had a couple extra so Saturday morning we hopped in the minivan and headed to Manhattan.

The day started out beautifully, cool enough that I wanted my jacket. Perfect fall day for some football. As we made our way through the crowds, fetched a giant pretzel and a Pepsi, and found our seats we noticed that the sky was starting to look a little dark. But no matter, we told ourselves, that's to the north of us so it shouldn't bother us any.

But then the wind changed! Wildcat flags that were once facing north were now flapping to the south. The sky got blacker, the air got cooler, and a few raindrops made my pretzel soggy. I must admit I wasn't really paying attention to the beginning of the game because I couldn't keep my eyes off this:



It looked like the spaceship from Independence Day had found it's way to the mid west! The announcer told us that they'd spotted some lightening in the area so the game would have to be suspended and advised us all to seek cover. We stood there and watched the sky churn and swirl until it began to rain in earnest. We found a spot under some concrete stairs (as opposed to the aluminum bleachers) and stood. And waited. And stood and waited some more. Each time lightning would flash, the crowd would groan because they couldn't start the game until 30 minutes from the last lightening strike had passed. The clock just kept resetting itself as we stood there getting pelted.

Me, myself? Am not a big football fan. Am not a K-State fan. (Save the boo's, I went to Washburn and don't care about their sports either.) So yes, the truth is that I would have thrown in the towel as soon as I heard the word "suspended" and my pretzel got wet. But those McCarters are die hard, now! Grandpa McCarter just handed out trash bags that could be used as ponchos and to cover wet benches. Once the skies finally began to clear we trudged back to our seats for the duration. It was actually kind of fun after that. It was military day, so it was really neat to see all those guys and they had a cannon they shot off every time KSU scored. Dallas' family was also really fun to be with. His uncle showed me how to move my arm when they got a Wildcat FIRST DOWN and his grandparents would high ten every time they scored. Pretty cute.

And yeah, after all of that, they did win. Woo hoo.

Not to be all Seinfeldish here, but what is the deal with face wash commercials?

I was watching one last night, laying on the couch, buried under my fleece blankie and two dogs when this commercial comes on. Two girls, one is up and at em, making coffee, loving life. And the other drags downstairs all cranky and sleepy. "I know what you need." happy girl announces and takes her friend upstairs to wash her face. And voila! Cranky girl is now happy and dancing around and singing into her hairbrush.

This is as bad as telling me to have a happy period. I hate washing my face at night! I have to get up from my cozy cocoon, splash water on my face, effectively waking me up right before bedtime because it's not refreshing... it's abrupt and harsh! Water drips down my arms and off my elbows, all my mascara never comes off on the first try, it dries me out so I have to track down some moisturizer, and I always manage to get water splashed up on the bathroom mirror so that I'll have to clean it again. That doesn't bother commercial girls though! Oh no! They're splashing water off their faces like they're at Oceans of Fun.

I've considered giving this up. But on those nights, I lay there and think about the gross make up residue I'm grinding in to my pillow and all the pimples I'm growing.

Stupid boys and their no make up faces! Stupid dumb biology that somehow spares D from ever growing zits! Stupid dumb Clean and Clear commercials lying to me all the time!!!

Happy Friday, y'all.

Name Change

Now then, some of you may have noticed the change in my bloggy bloggerton's name.

Care for an explanation?

When I started this here blog, I was just a single gal writing down random musings that had nothing to do with anything. But my life has changed dramatically in this past year, and it's come to include my husband and very soon, a baby! Priorities have changed, my thought processes have shifted, what's important to me now wasn't even a blip on my radar a year ago. This has become our blog, not mine.

Why Mischief Manor, you ask? What the crap does that even mean? Why not something about my world on Washington? (cause we'll eventually be on Washington in Meriden). Why not McCarter Creek? (Cause we totally have a creek on the land, and it's a play on Dawson's.. get it? get it??)

Michief Manor is what Dallas calls our new place. He's intent on getting a wrought iron entryway and arch to the driveway that declares you're now entering Mischief Manor. Conjures up all sorts of images as to what happens behind those gates doesn't it? Yeah... me too... and I don't doubt any of them for a second.

*sigh*

End of Summer Blues

No, I'm not blue that summer is ending. I'm upset that it won't just die already.

Lawsy me, I can already hear the chiding messages I'll be getting for this one. I should appreciate the warm weather, darn it! Flip flops, tank tops... heat stroke... In just a few short months everything will be covered in snow and dead!

But the truth of the matter is: I much prefer things show covered and dead than withering away in the sweltering heat. I'm not a summer gal. Never have been. The warmer months suit me externally because I tan easily and my hair gets highlighted naturally, but it just doesn't sit well on the inside! Boy, do I hate being hot. It makes me cranky, gives me headaches, zaps my energy. I sweat and then my pants get saggy butt. For some reason my hands feel grimy at all times. I get skeeter bites. My face always looks greasy. I stink! Dallas has said more than once how glad he is we didn't end up being super pregnant during the hot summer months. He knows what he'd be in for... ;)



Kansas has a way of teasing us with seasons. Temperatures will fluctuate by 40 degrees in a span of 24 hours. And she sure is being a jerk about Fall 2010. We've had some great days in the past couple of weeks. Days that barely reach the 80's! We've had thunderstorms! When I let the dogs out in the mornings, there's been a scent of fall in the air! Bliss!



But, Kansas isn't ready to thrown the towel in on summer just yet. High of 91 today. No, that's not terrible. What's terrible is how bad the fall bug bit me just as soon as the sun set on Labor Day, yet it just... won't... quite... arrive...

Ohhhhhh, I can't wait to wear my boots, jackets, sweaters and scarves!



I love seeing pumpkins and mums on front porches! Cornstalks, scarecrows, gourds!!



Yummy fall treats! Apple cider, caramel apples, pumpkin anything!!



COME ON FALL!! YOU CAN DO IT!!!

On The Market

OK fellers. We've finally got the house all fixed up and updated and looking pretty and the sewer fixed, and all that good stuff. So what that means is that we're now looking to sell. We just decided that it will be one more load off our minds if when the new house is built, we can just break lease somewhere and move in rather than worry about selling at that point, or carrying two mortgages.

If you know anyone looking, I'd appreciate you passing this along. We've listed by owner, with a realtor just handling the paperwork for a smaller fee that we'll pay. If it doesn't sell after a few months, I'll probably go ahead and list with someone.

Thanks guys!

House for Sale!

I don't care what you say... I like the new lead singer!

First Sonogram

We got to have our first sonogram last week! I wasn't sure if we would get one this early or not, so I just asked Rebecca while we were there for our first appointment if we would. She said if I'd like to have one, she's just schedule it for us. Again - I heart her. The sono tech had already left that day, so we had to wait till Friday.

We get there and she sets us up in the darkened room and gets right down to business. They had a hard time finding the heartbeat, so I was expecting it might take a while for them to find the little booger in there, but as soon as the wand hit my belly, there s/he was!



Disclaimer: It was too early to find out the sex, but I hate referring to the baby as an "it", so I automatically default to "him". So, if you catch me calling the baby "him".. it's not a subliminal hint as to what it is... ;)

What I really wasn't expecting was how active he was! I figured we'd just see a little blob on the screen, they'd measure him, and we'd be on our way. But he was really busy in there! The first thing the tech said was "Oh, he's got a leg sticking straight up!" And then, "Now see him waving his arm?" He just wiggled and bounced all over the place. It totally blew my mind that at two inches long, and weighing in at five paperclips, they can move so much of their own volition! I got the giggles, and the tech said that was a good thing because it would wake him up even more. He slowed down for one second, so she jiggled him around with the wand and he was back at it again. (Dallas was worried she'd cause shaken baby syndrome before he's even born! hehee..) He kept arching his little back like he was trying to sit up straight, but she said I did such a good job of showing up with a full bladder that he couldn't really get to where he was trying to go. Ha! Whoopsie!

But the bottom line is that we've only got ONE growing in there, and that it's healthy and right on target for size and heart rate.

If I Die Young

Do you ever find a song and think, "Eh, that's ok." But then you hear it a few more times and it grows on you ever so slowly? And then you think "Eh, I'll go ahead and download this for future use."

But then it worms your way into your brain and plays on repeat unceasingly even though you play countless other songs and try to sing some of your favorites to yourself in hopes that it'll push the now annoying new song out of your brain?? Does it drive you to the brink of madness as you lay awake during a thunderstorm, praying for any other tune to enter in and break the cycle of insanity??!

I have.

I liked this song yesterday.

I hate it today.