Today is my Birthday!

Happy Happy Birthday to me!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxsbL0KHBsk

Today is my birthday, but it's harvest here in Kansas, so that means I get to spend tonight all by my lonesome with a beer, some indulgent foods, and organizing my Mary Kay in my new room. When harvest is over, and the men are out of the fields, hopefully then we'll go out to eat, or see some friends or do something fun. I no longer take it personally, this is just the curse I have to bear from marrying my wonderful farmer husband. That and living my life based on whether it will rain or not.

These boots are made for.....

A friend of mine is heading down to Texas for the next week, and while I know she would never set foot anywhere while wearing a nice pair of boots (she's more of a Metallica listening, cowboy disliking, country music hater) it made me think about my favorite pair of footwear. My Ariat square-toe, blue detail, beautiful boots.





I feel like a sexy farmer's wife when I wear them, and I'm pretty sure that's the only reason my husband bought them for me, even after choking on the price.

You know you're a redneck when...

I've never felt like such a hick as when I had to get out of the trailer park to take cover from a tornado, and so I hid out in Wal-Mart. I mean seriously, how awesome is that!

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I love watching the little widgets on the right side of my blog. I like to see how many people have stopped by my little corner of the world, and where they came from (both geographically and in terms of how they got here-google, facebook, or whatever.) It makes the whole world seem small, the Internet vast, and makes me feel kinda cool (hey, I'm just being honest.)

I also love to watch the odometer on my car. Sadly, my car has about 100 times as many miles as my blog has visitors. Yesterday, I'm pretty sure I surpassed 183,000 miles. I know this because that means that I should get the oil changed in my car, but it also means that it will be another 3 months before I do such a thing. And my father-in-law is a mechanic and will do it pretty cheap for me too! I tell my dear husband that the cheap labor is a large reason for me marrying him-that plus his father is pretty good looking too. Needless to say, I hope my husband takes after his father in the coming years.

But anyways, I think that's all beside the point. I noticed yesterday that someone from Birmingham, England visited my blog because this individual googled "how to say happy birthday miranda cheeses." Now I do love cheese, my name is Miranda, and I do have a birthday! So if they weren't looking for me, they must be looking for someone just like me. Apparently I must have a twin out there! Hello Twin if you're looking for me! Hello other people looking for miranda cheeses. Come back again.

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She really did tell me once that I was funny. I remember it.

Hold Me Closer Tony Danza

Our bank has some of the worst music ever. It will go from Mariah Carey to Elton John to some old 50s song I've never heard of. But if we complain too much, they'll just change it to the elevator music that is truly horrendous. So, we make the best of it, and quite often you'll find us singing along to the worst of them all.


Well recently every morning Elton John has been on. I knew the words couldn't be "hold me close young Tony Danza." But it's a much better song that way. I think I choose to continue singing it the way it was intended to sound. Forget that tiny dancer stuff, that's just crazy.

My Favorite Guests at the Party

Last week when we had some friends come over to see our new house, it became Baby Central. Our neighbors from our "old" house brought over their 6 month old Kade, our friends brought their adorable little 4 month old Boone (we're good buddies-Boone and I), and our cousin who had approx. 55 hours to go before she went into labor also was there. It was all too much fun. The girls sat around and talked babies and the little boys laid around and flirted with the girls.

When we bought this house, with the five bedrooms, everyone commented on how we had better start filling it up. Now I don't know how quickly that will happen, but I do think it may be necessary for me to go ahead and paint a nursery and get a crib-just so I can entice my friends to come over more often or even leave their little ones with Mark and I for awhile when needed.

And I of course have to mention that our cousin did go into labor early Tuesday morning and we have a new little cousin that I am so excited to meet, and meet very soon!

I'll Never Go Back

We got our new fridge and our new oven! I'm so excited, they look beautiful in the kitchen and really help to spruce it up and even make it look a little more modern.

I know I'm supposed to like Stainless, but I don't. I hate the fingerprints, and I hate the price. I like the black, plus it goes with my mixer and my microwave and everything else. So, that's what we got!

And how exciting is it that I got the Bottom Freezer kind of fridge! We could have spent a little over $200 more to get one with French Doors. And I know it's only $200, but then again-it's $200. The fridge had a little scratch on the outside, and the oven was actually "used." The Home Ec dept. at the high school uses a brand new oven every year, cook with it maybe a dozen or two times and then turn it back in. So, because we shopped locally at the "Scratch and Dent" store, we saved about $1000 from even what Nebraska Furniture Mart had listed. So, I'm pretty excited.

Well, except that this probably means I'll have to cook tonight. Moving is too tiresome!

Despite the rumors, I'm ok.

We're all moved, all exhausted, and all crazy for trying to find items in different boxes around the new house. The move went well, and had some friends over Saturday night, which was fun and hopefully indicative of many more nights to come. But, Saturday night, when we went back to the old rental to stay one last night (we had yet to move the beds or couch) we were awakened early in the morning for what turned out to be a crazy, strange, long night. You can read more about it here:

http://www.saljournal.com/news/story/Clay-Center-death-6-15-09

http://www.wibw.com/localnews/headlines/48066442.html

If you notice, in the article, it says the shooting happened between 8th and 9th St. My rental house was in between 8th and 9th. All Sunday we had police tape surrounding our entire front yard. The man killed was our neighbor (we didn't know him) but the shooting happened within 15 feet of our bedroom window. So long night to say the least. And as we spent part of our morning talking with the Sherriff, and the KBI, it's not surprising to hear the different stories spreading through our small town. But I would like to emphasize the fact that we do now have everything at the new house, and most definitely slept there last night.

It's True!

Finally.




We're Homeowners.




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HECK YEA!!!!

Creative Puns for Smart Minds

Yesterday while spending my normal time catching up on the blogs that I enjoy reading, I came across the cutest little forwarded email letter on my favorite blog, my inspiration, my cooking muse, The Pioneer Woman. It was in her homeschooling section, I suppose because it was to be educational. So don't dislike me because I stole it from her, but it was an email, so eventually we'll all get it 12 times.

Creative Puns for Smart Minds

1. The roundest knight at King Arthur’s Round Table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.
2. I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.
3. She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.
4. A rubber band pistol was confiscated in an algebra class, because it was a weapon of math disruption.
5. The butcher backed into the meat grinder and got a little behind in his work.
6. No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery.
7. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.
8. A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.
9. Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.
10. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
11. A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking into it.
12. Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
13. Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other, “You stay here, I’ll go on a head.”
14. I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.
15. A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said, “Keep off the Grass.”
16. A small boy swallowed some coins and was taken to a hospital. When his grandmother telephoned to ask how he was, a nurse said, “No change yet.”
17. A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.
19. The short fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.
20. The soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.
21 A backward poet writes inverse.
22. In a democracy, it’s your vote that counts. In feudalism, it’s your count that votes.
23. When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.
24. Don’t join dangerous cults, practice safe sects!

PS-#15 even got a chuckle out of my husband when I told him last night.

i fear no fate

Last night as I was packing some stuff away (you know-because I'm actually going to get a house, like a real honest to goodness house house) I came across the shadow box that I made for Mark for our 6 mo. anniversary. Yes I know, go ahead and gag at the thought of a 6 mo. anniversary. Ok, so anyways-in it was a poem that I fell in love with. It's beautiful and expressive and I wish that I could write in such a way. Now I wish I could say that I'm just that kind of gal that reads poetry to feed my creative soul, but no I stole it from the book, "In Her Shoes." I guess I just have to say at least I didn't get it from the movie.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
-e.e. cummings

How to Annoy Me

I can't stand people who don't know how to make decisions. I think this is a result of my internship while at K-State. I did not start that job as a decision maker, but now I feel like I can make quick judgement decisions, I work best with a plan, and I would much rather have a plan that ends up being changed 20 times than no plan at all-but I typically can roll with anything. Nothing annoys me more than waffling. The other day, I had asked someone if she would rather I stop by her workplace to pick something up or if she would drop it off at my workplace. She responded with, "Well...ummm, I don't know, I guess.... well what would work for you? I mean, I won't be done until later, and then if....oh I don't know. I mean I don't care, what do you think?" And she would have gone stuttering like this if I had let her. Now realistically, I know that what she was doing was trying to be considerate of me, wanting me to actually make the decision so that it was on me and not her. But, it seriously just annoyed the heck out of me. Make a decision and move on.

Same goes for a co-worker of mine. We were trying to set up a promotion of mine and I needed a table and some pretty stuff to go around it. And then, it became this huge ordeal of where to put the table, and do I position this here or there or does that look ok or do we need to add this or ;al ovawinf, blah blah blah. OH my goodness! I just about had to walk away. I gave my opinions (or decisions-depends on how you look at it-I just had to phrase them as opinions) and then had to listen to someone ask the same questions and wander around and not do anything for too long. Again, just make a decision!

Just don't expect me to be a decision maker when it comes to ordering food off of a menu. That's where I run into some problems. Please don't call me a hyprocrite.

Facials, Questions, and Lingerie

On a lighter note from my last post- tonight I'm helping out a friend with her sister's bachelorette party. They're doing a fun murder mystery/chocolate fun/spa party. I get to help the girls with their spa facials and it should be fun. I also went to a bachelorette party last weekend. We had lots of fun there too! Fun games, yummy sweets, and a beautiful bride. I'm definitely taking notes for the future. They played the game where they had asked the groom lots of questions beforehand, and then asked the bride to correctly answer the same questions the same way her future husband had. They had videotaped all of his answers, so it was fun to listen to her, and then watch him and they way he had responded. But the best part was that when she answered wrong, she didn't have to put a piece of gum in her mouth or eat something sour-she had to model her "gifts" that she had received earlier.

Now I had lots of fun at my own bachelorette party, but if I remember correctly-and I may not-my groomsmen came to make sure that I didn't have too many guys hanging out close by our party, they even took all the candies off my shirt that other gentleman may have paid for the opportunity to "pull" off, and they may have had to take me home. But nonetheless, good times. And good notes for the future.

The last that I talked to my realtor, it's looking like we are not going to make our Friday deadline. Which is ok, I wasn't really expecting to close Friday. But still. It sucks. Big Time.

And I've also got the funeral tomorrow for my dad's friend. And it's rough, so rough, I know this kind of stuff happens, but still, it just doesn't seem like it should happen in "my world." All day I have been walking around with an upset stomach, just trying to keep myself from thinking too much about it. If I really let myself go deep into my thoughts, I don't know what I would come up with. I try not to question God "why?", but I am asking "why?" Why him, why now, why in such a horrible way? Life is hard and it sucks and it doesn't make sense, and I can't be oblivious to that, try as I might.
Not only do I grieve for him and his family and the innocence of those close to this tragedy, but I also grieve for something else too, something that I can't quite put a name to. Now I won't act like I've changed-to where I smell the roses and call my friends just to say hi-but I will always have the knowledge of the fact that if Mark and I do have a family, we will be bringing children into a world where senseless things happen. That horrible things can happen to the people closest to us. And I don't want that knowledge. And it is really just making me sick to my stomach.

Mirandapalooza

Did you know that this is my birthday month? It is important to know this. You see, I have this birthday complex. I don't think I will ever get to a point where I do not want to celebrate my birthday. I think I'll be 49 and still saying "bring it on!" My birthday typically falls right in the middle of harvest, so not only am I a summer baby-which means I never got to celebrate with all of my friends at school-never got to take treats, but I also normally had to spend my birthday out in the field, under a wheat truck or at the elevator. And so, I want my birthday to be a big deal-but I'm also a big nerd so I don't want to make it a big deal. That means it normally falls on others to at least act like they care! I don't need extravagant parties, I just want my friends and family to call and wish me Happy Birthday and to get to spoil myself a little or do something fun, even if it's a week or two late. That's all I ask for!

In Memory

I found out today that a close family friend was killed yesterday. My heart goes out to his family and friends, especially my dad who has been close with this man for almost 25 years. He was a great man, a good dad, and I will always remember going to the lake with him, making Walking Tacos, and arguing about K-State vs Nebraska with him. Life is short and precious and it makes me sick to my stomach to know that some people take it all for granted. Our friend did not deserve to have his life cut short.

In Memory of you Mark. You were a wonderful man.