knots are for throwing, duh...

so, this is how it went down. i spent a long time one evening making a carbolicious meal complete with pasta and fruity salad and, of course, garlic knots. now, here's the thing--lately i love cooking. i like it because i have time to do it... lots and lots of time.

but i have this little problem...

i don't like to follow instructions. specifically if i am cutting corners by using dough out of a can. so on this particular night when the recipe said place the knotted dough on an ungreased cookie sheet and bake i thought dumb! why would i possibly want to place this sticky dough on an ungreased cookie sheet and have to scrub it for an extra 10 minutes afterwards.

one greased cookie sheet and 12 garlic knots later... holy nasty garlic knots, batman!

yeah, because the hubs is such a sweet one, he tried to eat the tops and pretend the bottoms didn't taste like a penny. and did you know he is also against throwing perfectly gross food away because of the starving children in timbuktu? that's how sweet he is and why i, instead of deciding to dump those little terds in the trash, proposed a private deck party to take place immediately after dinner. throwing those gnarly knots onto the reserved car ports would be the main event. freezing to death would be the second, lesser order of business. debuting my thrift store fish shirt + fancy-shmancy apron + my awesome-hair-day-do would be the added bonus.

{hubs- i can't believe my wife is really this cool}

{ay yayayay!}

{can you watch my back? our chinese neighbors are staring...}

{score}

please drink responsibly...

so, you know how i am constantly trying to be more cool than i am? well, maybe you don't know that, but i am. take for example this snap shot from above-- all professional in my handling of the gatorade, taking my job very seriously and executing each hand off to the marathoners with finesse and expert refill timing.


but do you know what would happen if i decided to start walking with that cup, got thirsty, and then decided to drink from that cup? that's right-- failure to execute. very uncool spillage.


i am not denegrating myself--don't get me wrong-- i'm just saying that maybe i was just running up and down the halls delivering mail and logging tax returns and answering phones and again decided to get my water to go and WHAM there it goes again. fortunately this time my jackie chan reflexes kicked in right in time for me to jump away from the massive dribble down my chin. just in time to avoid see-throughness of my white shirt. (I don't really wear white all the time, I promise).


and maybe master clint and i were hanging out at shae owens' opera recital and i maybe decided to snatch a cup of water on our way out to quench my parched pallet and BAM all up on my white sweater-dress. and the husband clint may have asked, "how did you spill that?" and i may have responded, "com'mon! i just have a hard time walking and being cool simultaneously!"


so i am hoping the universe will provide me with some sympathetic friends today. do any of you have a hard time with that, too?

a deal and a plan...

{seeking my career}

so here's the deal. my clint is a clint-self and a clint-husband and a clint-medical student, and we are hoping he will eventually be a clint-doctor. currently, i am just a becky-self and a becky-wife. i was very recently also a becky-student of american studies, but then I got the piece of paper that said congratulations on a job well done with that but it's time to move on (and actually I need to look into that, because it still has not yet come in the mail...). i do dabble in a little administrative assisting... more of a bookmark or a door-stopper or another form of useful (and I daresay decorative) place-holder. yes, I reception (possibly the verb form of what a receptionist does?). i reception well and cutely, i might add (and so I am told, but I do not let it go to my head). but all my cute receptioning and administrative assisting is a means to my real career--being marvelous.

that's not a career, becky; it's something you are born either being or not being (you might say to me).

well, that may certainly be true, but sometimes ignorance is bliss. because because because i haven't yet reached the being marvelous threshold (which may sound roughly like other thresholds i.e. the poverty one but cannot actually be surmised monetarily). so if we can pretend that maybe it is not a right-out-of-the-womb kind of quality, then i have a future career ahead of me. {please let it be so!}

so i was thinking to myself, what will get me to that threshold? well, maybe becoming very wonderful at some things. ugh. there are so many things. i mean a gajillion, at least. maybe i could work on first singling out the things i could never {want} to be great at: jumping rope, finagling, anything that has to do with large numbers, being an equestrian (horses make me sneeze...), body building, cattle ranching (don't want those cows stepping on my toes-- I have seen what they can do), computer nerd work (i say nerd with the utmost respect, i assure you; i just can't handle computer screens and all that pinging!), puppy pound operator (i like dogs only when they are clean, but please don't be offended! i am very glad there are people willing to help the underdog-- aren't i punny?)...

okay, blah blah, i'm already bored with myself.

see what i mean? my marvelousness is not even enough, as is, to keep myself interested. this must be remedied. so what i need is a plan. after much deliberation, a diet coke, a brief brain nap, a little admin assisting-- i have come up with the plan in the form of a checklist:

(1) make a blog {check} and put in it some of the following things (which i will be doing daily)...
(2) create a work of art
(3) study something beneficial to my spirit
(4) discover one new thing about myself and mr. clint
(5) get out of bed on time
(6) don't bite my nails
(7) exercise
(8) say at least 10 very nice and very true things

... oh my gosh! i am bored again!

(9) never post anything boring

okay-- i am going to take my expectations and reality out to dinner tonight to shmooze a little, ya know? see if they can't see eye to eye and give me a little break on my journey to being marvelous.

any suggestions?