Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Getting Rid of the Clutter

I'm not a pack rat. I usually don't have a hard time throwing anything away. Most of the things that sentimental people keep, I toss. I realize that a small amount of clutter is normal. (Don't look at my closet, this is not what this post is about...)

The clutter that I speak of is inbox clutter. I have this compelling need to keep old e-mails just in case I need them. I have e-mails from forever ago, that I probably will never need, but who knows? I cannot get rid of e-mails easily. I don't even think I kept cards from when Greg and I first got together, but I cannot bare to part with my confirmation e-mail from Amazon about a book I ordered last May. I think I have a problem...

So, while underneath my bed is completely empty, and I can barely find things to store in the basement, my g-mail and hotmail inboxes are full to the brim. I need to learn to part with e-mails. Is there a support group or something? Then maybe I could meet some people. Actually, I don't think I want to befriend people with the same problem as me. Maybe I should find a knitting group or something instead...

P.S. I'm a little bit scatter brained because I was woken up by a UPS truck this morning at 2:00 AM when I had just barely closed my eyes. Who gets deliveries at 2:00 in the morning, and if UPS is going to be delivering in neighborhoods in the middle of the night, they need to spray some WD-40 on their brakes. Sheesh!

P.P.S. Hope Alli and Bryan are having fun in Vegas. I suppose it's their last big hurrah before they have 2 little boys running around!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Mysterious Music?

Our bedroom window is always open just a tad. The reason being is that during those hot summer months I whined and groaned about, we had a portable air conditioner in our bedroom, so we could actually sleep, back when I was able to sleep. The air conditioner vents out the window, but doesn't quite take up all of the open space, so there is a 6 inch by 6 inch square at the top of the window that is always open.

Once summer was over and the snow started blowing into town, I thought the time of the air conditioner had come to a close. I thought wrong. Greg now "has" to have it on in order to sleep. Every night I say "Can we not have the air conditioner on tonight?" and he says: "But I need it in order to sleep. You want me to be able to sleep right?" Well, of course I want him to be able to sleep. So, we sleep with the air conditioner on every night. Even when it's below zero outside. But don't think I won't ask him again tomorrow night. Until then, my heating pad will keep me warm.

I'm sure you are asking yourself why exactly I am telling you this? Well, every night when our alarm clock says 10:11 (Greg sets it 11 minutes fast, I don't know why, I just automatically subtract 11 minutes every time I look at it) I can hear some sort of music play for just a minute or so. I make Greg turn off the TV or stop talking so that I can hear my mysterious music. It only lasts for a minute or so.

At first I thought it was some sort of church bells. Greg and I Googled what churches are nearby- there are none. So, I don't know about that theory.

Now, I am starting to think that I can hear "Taps" being played from Peterson Air Force Base that we are super close to , but I have no idea if that's true. I don't even know if that's something they do at night. That's this week's idea about the music.

I know it's not just wind chimes. I can distinguish my neighbor's wind chimes (that don't make as much noise here as they would in Lubbock- Be jealous, because while we have occasional wind, we do not have dirt filled wind!!) from the music. Plus, wind chimes are not on a schedule.

Until I find out, I guess I will just have to speculate...Oh, how exciting...

P.S. Happy Chinese New Year! The year of the ox. Sounds a lot sturdier than the year of the rat, which is what 2008 was.

P.P.S. I warned you that Greg is gone until Friday so you are subjected to my ramblings...

Friday, January 23, 2009

1 Sheep, 2 Sheep...

I cannot sleep. No, it's not that I cannot sleep, I cannot get to sleep. I come to a stopping point in my book, take off my glasses, turn off the light and precede to lay there for around the next 2-3 hours. I try all sorts of tactics to get me to fall asleep.

Sheep counting- I spend too much time imagining the scenery. The field, the sky, the fences they jump over... I get bored around sheep number 23, then I picture the Serta commercial with all of the numbered sheep and laugh a little, and then I totally forget what number I was on.

"Count down from 100"- This is what my oral surgeon told me when I was having my messed up grill operated on. It usually works for me because I can remember how quickly I fell asleep. Maybe I'm afraid someone will stick a scalpel in my mouth and operate- no fun.

Pray- I do this anyway, and I usually fall asleep in the middle of it (Sorry, God, but I do have good intentions) but here, lately, I have been getting through a whole prayer, even to the "Amen" part. I never used to get that far.

Tell every body part to relax- I learned this through a hypnotic thing that I listened to once. I start at my toes and work my way up. However, it never fails, I always have an itch right when 3/4 of my body is relaxed, and then it's over.

This habit of not being able to fall asleep may bode well for me when I have a baby that does the same (not soon) but until then, it's just annoying. Especially when I am almost asleep and I feel a tap on my shoulder and it's Sophie wanting back under the covers. Yes, I know I spoil my little girl, but that's a whole other post!

So, tonight, I'm Advil PM-ing it at around 7:30. Another crazy Edmiston Friday! I need to get my body clock back on regular time.

P.S. Greg has a lot of travel in the next two months, so get ready for some exciting blog time!

P.P.S. We are jealous of Alli and Bryan that will be heading to Vegas next week. Have fun and be safe!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Baby Fever

I have baby fever, and I don't know how to get rid of it. Every time I see anything remotely to do with babies, I jump on the computer to look up nurseries and advice and warnings. Now, please understand that it will probably be about six or seven months before Greg and I really decide to have one or are serious about having one. (We are actually waiting until after a wedding I am in in July. Congratulations Amber and J.J.!)

I have already picked out my boy nursery and my girl nursery, names for a boy or a girl, which gear (strollers, car seats, etc.), furniture, and everything else that goes with baby. I'm sure it will change between now and whenever we have one, but it's so fun to think about. I think I'm embracing the whole birthing thing. (As long as they still knock you out like in the olden days...or animal tranquilizers would be good...) I should probably let Greg in on some decisions, but he won't care until it's real. Right now it's just my extra time and Internet access that are aiding my habit.

I know that all of the mothers that are reading this are thinking: "Oh, she doesn't even understand what she's getting herself into." Or: "I'll give her my kid for a couple days, then she'll change her mind." Or: "She should be thankful for all the peace and quiet she has right now." Well, please let me live with my head in the clouds like all couples do before they decide to have kids. Peace and quiet is overrated me.

One more question: Is there anything cuter than a baby in a hooded towel??

P.S. Inauguration today. It better be over by the time Young and the Restless starts. Otherwise, whatever. I'm just glad America's problems will be over starting today. When do I get my check in the mail?

P.P.S. Greg is out of town. He had sushi for the first time and like it a lot. I guess we'll try and find a sushi place in the Springs. Any sushi suggestions would be appreciated. I've never had it.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Congratulations Salt Lake City

For the past two days Colorado Springs has been in the news, but not in the good way. Colorado Springs has been "dethroned," according to one of our dramatic newscasters here. Last year, Men's Fitness ranked Colorado Springs as the #1 fittest city in America. Then Greg and I took up residence here...

Now, the fittest city in America guessed it...congratulations Scott and Meg...Salt Lake City. Apparently Greg and I tipped the scales in the unfit direction, and now Colorado Springs is #2. However, I have lost 11 pounds since Christmas. We are single-handedly going to try and get Colorado Springs' throne back, thanks to the Wii and Dance Dance Revolution. Also, we are going to try and hike a little bit around the mountains. There seem to be plenty of places to do some uphill hikes.

To get our throne back, I am going to start doing tons of outdoor activities. Tons. You may not be able to reach me because I might be climbing up the side of Pike's Peak...well, let's not be ridiculous...however, the day they have a climbing-up-Pike's-Peak Wii game,you better watch out, I will start "climbing" up to that peak.

P.S. Are you as excited about which dog the Obama's are going to get as all of the "serious" news organizations are? Labradoodle or Portugese Something Dog? It's so exciting!

P.P.S. Greg is out of town, which he will be a lot in the next three months. We are just glad he still has a job. He can travel as much as they need him to travel...

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Homeland Security: USA (in SAP where available)

So, Greg and I love "Scrubs," and every episode so far has been fantastic, but that's not why I'm here. The show that is on right before scrubs is "Homeland Security." We watched it the first time because we were waiting for "Scrubs" to start. We watched it the second time because we were curious.

Now, I must tell you that I have always enjoyed reality TV. No, not skanky, dating reality TV. I like where cameras follow people at their jobs. I loved "Airline" on A&E (God- people suck as airline customers when things don't go exactly their way) and "Parking Wars" is great, too. "Homeland Security" is a lot like the previous two. Cameras follow border agents and patrols and security at the airports. Unsung heroes, in my opinion. People have their job to do and protocols to follow. It also reminds you how dumb people can be.

People try to smuggle everything into the U.S., including drugs, pills, people, oh, and did I mention tons and tons of drugs? I love that this show is displaying that people are getting caught. Who knows how much crime the border and security people have stopped thanks to them finding materials being smuggled into the country?

Another thing I have learned from this show is: if you screw up in your past, it's definitely going to catch up to you. For example, a man from some other country who had been in the U.S. for 12 years (criminal activity was involved) failed to show up at a court date about his citizenship status, was picked up, and was probably going to be deported. He was crying and upset because he has children to take care of. Why didn't you think of them when you skipped that court date? Hmmm....I feel for you, but you failed to take responsibility. It's no one's fault but your own.

Then there are stories about an immigrant from Yugoslavia, came into the country the correct way, and now works for border patrol because he wanted to give back to a country that was a safe haven for him. Love that!

P.S. Is it me or is the month of January kind of boring? It's very blah after December that was so eventful.

P.P.S. Yes, I took the Christmas Tree down day before yesterday. It is not longer Christmas in January at the Edmiston bungalow.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Old and Boring

That describes Greg and me. We are old and boring. Is this what happens when you get married? Or does it only happen when you live in a city where you know no one? The boring part is just a lack of acquaintances here. The old part comes from our adventure yesterday.

Greg and I went out, had lunch, and went shopping. Once upon a time, we would buy things that we didn't actually need, but want. All of that has certainly changed.

We found a $25 gift card to Bed Bath & Beyond from our wedding. I know, this is proof that we are not organized. Don't act like you haven't known that all along. So, after spending time at REI (I got really bored in there about 23 minutes after we walked in the door. Also- I am so proud of my husband. He actually picked a jacket out, tried it on, then said...wait for it...wait for it..."Why should I pay this much when I can get practically the same thing at Old Navy for a third of the price?" Who says that husbands cannot be taught!) then we headed to spend our $25 BB&B dollars.

Well, we walked around the store looking for something that would be no more than $25. We didn't find anything. We finally reached the trash cans. I know, super exciting! However, we need a new one for the kitchen. A pretty one. Boy, are they expensive. We perused all of them, pressed the open buttons on all of them, and scoped all of them out. We couldn't decide. Should we or shouldn't we? So, we make all of these arguments for and against. Over and over. This is not like us. This is what old people do. Young, fun people like ourselves throw caution to the wind and buy the trash can. Live dangerously!

Ultimately, Greg decided not to buy the trash can, but to go home and do research on it. That's exactly what he did, and today, he is going to go back and buy it. We are proud to know that our trash can was "vetted" more than either vice presidential candidate.

P.S. You can see why the title of the post is such...

P.P.S. I thought I would never break Greg of his "I have to buy all of the expensive clothes because they are so much better than cheap ones" attitude, and I have! Score one for me!

Thursday, January 8, 2009


I have none. I cannot get motivated to do anything. There is a casserole dish from Tuesday night that I don't feel like cleaning. Oh yeah, my Christmas tree is still up, too. How long before one decides just to leave it up for next Christmas? I regret ever putting one up. I can barely get motivated to do Dance Dance Revolution. Does everyone go through a period of lack of motivation?

I even looked up motivational quotes online to help me. Here is what I came up with:

"People who are unable to motivate themselves must be content with mediocrity, no matter how impressive their other talents." from Andrew Carnegie

What I thought after reading this quote is "I'm okay with mediocrity."

So, then, after finding a bunch of quotes that were supposed to motivate me to take down the tree and clean the gross casserole dish, I slowly started to move from finding motivational quotes to funny movie quotes.

Then I thought about the short clip my brother-in-law, Scott, or "The Powerhouse" as he would apparently like to be known as from now on, put on our fantasy football site. Maybe this will get me motivated:

Now I feel like cleaning the casserole dish, putting up the Christmas tree, doing laundry, and, strangely enough, winning a game or a race, fighting enemies, fighting for freedom, and watching "The Goonies."

P.S. Yes, Scott, I give you 100% of the credit for the video clip.

P.P.S. Who am I kidding? I'm always ready for a little Dance Dance Revolution!

Monday, January 5, 2009

Clear Eyes, Full Hearts...

Greg has been off work for the past four days. New Year's Day, then Cotton Bowl day (blah), then the weekend. It sure has been fun having him at home all day. Especially when he starts to get bored and does something like pick the kitchen up or do a load of laundry. Then, it's really fun to have him home.

It snowed on Saturday and Sunday, so Greg and I hunkered down in the house and watched some TV. For many moons we have listened to Edmistons #'s 1 and 3, as well as the Phillips, talk about how great of a TV show "Friday Night Lights" is. Why haven't Greg and I been watching this show? We have no excuses. I guess I was teaching and he was PHD-ing, and we were just too busy to take on another TV show. We already have Grey's Anatomy, How I Met Your Mother, CSI: Miami, The Office, and Ghost Whisperer, and I'm not sure we were able to commit to another. But rest assured, that is the case no more.

Wilma made us promise to watch it, and we did...

We have just finished the first season of FNL (Friday Night Lights, I don't want to have to type out the whole name anymore) on DVD and a few episodes of the second. In two days. We are addicted. We love these characters. We love their stories. We want to be like the Taylors, except without the bratty teenage daughter, of course.

We really needed this show after our Cotton Bowl loss to restore our faith in football, and I believe FNL did the trick.

If you aren't watching this show, you should be. The third season starts Friday, January 16th (Greg may have Battlestar Galactica conflicts, but not me), according to NBC's website, unless you have Direct TV, then just don't tell us what happens. Get the first two seasons and get caught up. IF you don't like football, then get through the pilot episode- it's the most football-y. Then football just becomes the glue that holds everyone together and not the focus of the series.

So, thanks, Edmistons #'s 1 and 3 and the Phillips. We appreciate you making us watch this show. We love it. We can't stop watching it.

The only downside is that our Texas accents tend to pop up a little louder and prouder after each episode.

P.S. The first season was only $15 dollars at Walmart. Now, you have no excuses.

P.P.S. Even the theme song is fantastic. If anyone knows how I can get it as a ringtone on my iPhone, that would be super.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

This Year in Football...

So far, hasn't been that great. Let's just say Greg and I are so glad we didn't make it to the curse of the Cotton Bowl. Our Red Raiders did not prevail. I told Greg right before the game started that I had a bad feeling. I felt like the other team wanted it more. Apparently, they did.

Greg and I tried everything: We switched seats depending on whether Tech was on defense or offense, when that stopped working, we changed into other Tech shirts, and when that didn't work I tried standing. I did not find the winning formula, obviously.

Congratulations to our team for having a great season! 11-2 isn't bad! I feel it's just a ladder to greater things next year!

One thing that I have decided is I hate how players get unsportsmanlike flags when they are celebrating. (Not so much during our game but during the Sugar Bowl). For crying out loud, let the kids celebrate when they are excited. Unless they taunt another player, give them a few seconds to be excited. I don't mean let them do snow angels or anything. Just let them be kids. (Do I sound old?)

P.S. We have a whole lot of months to get our spirits up for Red Raider football in the Fall.

P.P.S. Our weather has been lovely. Sunny, mild, clear. However, I hear Jack Frost is about to make another visit. Super...