Highs/Lows

High: The Thunder finished off the Lakers in game 5 of the semi-finals last night.

Western Conference Finals, here we come.

Low: Since the state of Oklahoma has not yet declared the NBA playoffs a state holiday, I'm extremely tired from staying up too late watching the games and the post-game reports.

Worth it?

Yes.

High: Sandal weather is upon us.

Low: I don't have any cute sandals.

High: Matt and Jo drove down from Lincoln last weekend to hang out and be awesome.

Low: They had to go back to Lincoln.

No visit from Jo is complete without a trip to Hideaway Pizza. We also made a stop at Irma's.

It's never let me down.

I usually visit the OKC bombing memorial when people come to visit. If you have not been, I recommend it. They've done a beautiful job.

And now for the photos:

(No, I was not at the Thunder game. Yes, that is a photo I pulled off the internet. Sorry that I'm lame like that)

My Boys

OK, I realize these boys aren't actually mine, but sometimes I like to pretend that they are. Basically, I just think they're the best. I mean, aren't they the cutest?

Look at their little faces.

But they also mean business.

One of the lines on my bucket list reads:

"Go to a party, and play Mario Kart with Durant, Harden, and Collison."

And if I happen to hang out with them more after that,

then so be it.

In fact, we'd all probably become super awesome friends and throw theme parties all the time.

I became an NBA fan very randomly when I was about 15 years old (more on that later).
I'm so glad that I finally live in a town with an NBA team.
And they're good!

So, in closing. Keep up the good work, boys.

We're rooting for you.

And we'll party after the finals. OK? OK.

It Was The Colonel Mustard in The Backyard With Friends

My friends are the coolest.

I know, I know. Everyone thinks that their friends are the coolest. 

But, what they don't realize is that my friends really are the coolest. 

It's been proven time and time again. 

In case you would like to know why I have recently been reminded of their coolness, take a quick jump over to Kickstarter.com. 

Their new project, Gods of The Prairie, is the project of the day! Hooray! You should click on the link to find out what The Colonel Mustard Amateur Attic Theater is all about. 

Here are some links to some of the Col. Mustard's

previous projects. 

Have you not clicked on the links? Because you should. 

Just do it. 

Also, I realize that most of you are already friends with me on FaceTwitterGram (you know, that thing), but on the off chance you haven't seen me post this information, I hope you've at least enjoyed the links. 

We sure have all had fun being a part of these crazy things. 

Anyhow, if you have questions about the Colonel Mustard, you can visit their home page. 

To Whom It May Concern

Dear Hair,
We've had our ups and downs (both literally and figuratively) over the past 20-something years. Some days I really feel like you love me, but then you go and treat me like you did today. What did I do to deserve the frizz-splosion that took place today? Sometimes I think you make me look horrible on purpose. Why can't you be more like Felicity's hair?! I'm sorry. I take it back. I love you, hair. Let's start over?

Dear Auto-Zone Employee,
When I asked you a question about the way my car has been acting, I didn't want you to say "google it." If that's all I need to know how to do, maybe I'll go ahead and apply for a job at Auto-Zone. "Excuse me, ma'am? Will this oil work in my 1995 Subaru Legacy?" "I don't know. Have you tried Googling it?"

Dear Oklahoma City,
I'll be honest. When I first met you, I thought you were the worst. You were hot, your nightly news shows were horrible, and you thought Braum's was the end-all in fast-food/ice cream. Since then, we've come a long way. I've discovered so many wonderful things about you, and I've been able to overlook the obvious folly in your stance on Braum's.
PS - You've been looking extra fabulous lately with all of the downtown activity. Thanks for not losing faith in me. Let's be friends.

Dear Ben and Jerry,
Thanks for never letting me down. Ever.

#StuffWhitePeopleLike

Does anyone remember that blog?

I recently mentioned it in passing at work, and my co-workers had never heard of it.

And they're white.

I was greatly confused.

Obviously, I did the correct thing, and I forwarded my office-mate several links to things that white people like.

Surprise, she also liked those things.

It's time for my very first blog challenge.

Is that a thing?

It is now.

The person to point out the most white things from these pictures wins a prize.

It will be an awesome prize.

Once I figure out what the prize is, I'll let you know.

Any guesses?

Also, tomorrow is Friday, which is a wonderful thing.

Travel Dreaming: USA

Usually around this time of year I start compiling all of the places that I'll visit during the upcoming summer months. Since the farthest place I'll probably travel this summer is Stillwater, OK, I figured I'd compile my dream vacation list.

In no particular order:

Savannah, GA

I mean. How could you not want to go there? The South. History. Food. Spanish moss. I dream of leisurely walking along Oak-lined streets and sipping sweet tea on a rickety front porch.

The Grand Canyon

Some of you may ask why someone who is deathly afraid of heights would want to visit the grand canyon. To them I would say, I'll look from a safe distance.

Seattle, WA

A super chill city where everyone is addicted to coffee? Yeah, I'll visit that place. I'd also like to thank "Sleepless in Seattle" for making me want to visit this city long before I truly understood why I wanted to visit this city.

Denali National Park - Alaska

I want to see all of Alaska. All of it. But since that is probably not going to be an option any time soon (or ever) I will settle for Denali National Park. Mountains, lakes, and hopefully grizzly bears. You heard me.

New Orleans, LA

This is the only location on this list that I have previously visited. I want to eat more beignets while overlooking the Mississippi. Next time I go, I will be taking a swamp tour on one of those crazy boats. I can only hope that my tour guide's name will be Jimmy Bob and that he will only have two teeth.

Yellowstone National Park

I can only hope that I would see a grizzly bear attack something

(hopefully not me or another human (unless they were a bad guy))

San Francisco, CA

Duh. I mean, duh.

I've been to San Diego and L.A., but never San Fran, and that needs to be remedied. And, yes. I will sing the Full House theme song while driving over the Golden Gate bridge.

Las Vegas, NV

Cliche? Probably. Trashy? Most definitely. Necessary? I think so.

Bryce Canyon National Park

So gorgeous. Rumor has it that there are horseback rides you can take through the park. Ummm. Yep. Going to do that.

Everglades National Park

Any place that has a road called Alligator Alley is definitely on my "to visit" list.

There you have it. My current dream US destinations. Have you all been to any of these places? Where should I go next? Who's going with me?!

Tornado? Bake a Pie!

I've lived in the midwest for the majority of my life. The plains have a beauty unto themselves, especially during storm season. There are few things more awe-inspiring than seeing a storm roll toward you.

In Oklahoma, people go crazy about storms. There are drinking games for local weather

reporters. Other local reporters have special wardrobes they only wear during inclement weather. Probably the most famous of our reporters, Gary England, has even been lucky enough to be a part of national clips such as this. There are even clips of him in Twister.

Oh, the fame.

(abrupt segue)

Since storms tend to bring with them cooler air, gloomy clouds,

and an all around sense of excitement, my favorite thing to do during a storm is take cover? FALSE.

It's bake!

Yep. Bake.

Yesterday's storm seemed like the best day to bake a pie. And an apple pie seemed to fit with the All-American-ness that is a tornado. I love making pies.

Love it.

Before and after!

And then I had a piece for breakfast with a mug of coffee.

Perfection.

Who wants to come over and help me finish it? There's coffee, too!

PS - Thanks to my mother for the new pie dish (!) and for letting me borrow her apple peeler/corer/slicer (!!). It's a life changing device. Truly.