Wanna know a cure for a broken heart?

I understand that ice cream can cure a broken heart... at least that is the impression that I got from TPD's HOTTEST this weekend when I saw him for dinner... (yeah, I finally managed to rope him down long enough to actually eat dinner with me and NOT stand me up... don't be jealous R,Q, & B's M&D) so... back to my story... this incredibly funny (and hot) TPD officer/friend of mine has a deep crush on my littlest niece... what's not to love? She is precious, has gorgeous, long blonde hair, the deepest blue eyes and an adorable toothless smile!!!! So this week, said TPD officer/friend wanted to see my little princess...so I mention to my princess that the TPD officer/friend wanted to talk to her on the phone, and asked her if he called if she would talk to him. Being that she was in a chipper mood, she agreed that she would talk to him and not play bashful... then I asked her if he met her and Papa somewhere if she would talk to him and take a picture with him... the response of my totally smart 5 1/2 year old niece... "Well he's gotta show up first..." -- All I can say is "WOW!" I take it that this TPD officer has stood her up on a few dates as well!!!! (Love ya IDA...) So the plans were made for my princess to meet up with the hot TPD officer on Sunday for ice cream. Boy was Mr. Officer excited about the date!!!! (I will have to publish the pictures...) Poor thing, worked all night (probably talked to his real girlfriend on the phone when he wasn't working) then set his alarm just so he could get up to meet my princess when she decided that she didn't want to go meet him. (can anyone say, "touche")... But she agreed to have breakfast with him the next morning...

Fast forward now to this morning... I am sure that the thought of getting to see my princess is what kept Mr. Officer going all night long... (wink wink) He gets to Braum's to meet my dad and my princess this morning and what does she do??? She plays shy and bashful... I think it is because he was in uniform, but what do I know about my niece? Apparently she did flirt with him a little and flash a few irresistable smiles his way while he ate breakfast. Once dad put my girl in her car seat in the truck she looks over and says to my dad, "Papa... look there's a cop in Braum's..." My dad in turn says, "No princess that is your friend... who happens to be a cop..." And my princess says back, "No Papa, he isn't a cop, that is a cop..." (pointing at his car...)

So basically... poor TPD officer/friend (aka Mr. Officer since we are operating on anynominity here) is no longer a police officer in her eyes... especially since he hasn't been on COPS... you gotta be on COPS to be a REAL police officer...

So Mr. Officer/friend, my question to you is this: did the ice cream help to cure your broken heart after being stood up by the 5 year old???

I hope that everyone knows that I love Mr. Officer/friend very much and I am very proud to know that he is doing an awesome job of keeping Tulsa's streets safe! (Even if he is lucky that there isn't a height and weight limit to be on the job and sometimes he might resemble Barney Fife in full uniform...) And make sure that if you are ever in a gunfight with said TPD officer to surrender if he has his pistol out, you don't have a chance... but if he grabs his shotgun... ah... don't worry... :) (love you my dear!!!!!)

Memories of Grandma

As you can see, my grandma was a big supporter of my education. She was just as proud of me on my (last) graduation day as my parents!

Yesterday I decided that I was going to make chicken noodle soup... so while at the store, I thought do I have everything I need... automatically, I picked up my phone and started to choose MaAlan out of my phone book to call... wait, can't do that... so I called my momma instead, who was at MaAlan's house. So today, I am making homemade chicken noodle soup using the same recipe that my grandma taught me and praying that it turns out as good as her soup! There are a lot of things that my grandma had left to teach me. One of those things was how to fry chicken. My grandma made the BEST fried chicken around! As a child, we woul dhave fried chicken and mashed potatoes with her special green beans for dinner every Saturday night. Boy was that good! I have tried to fry chicken, once... I think during the cooking process I called my grandma at least 4 times to make sure I was doing everything correctly!

Something else that I didn't get to fully learn from my grandma: how to get stains out of clothing. That woman could get ANY stain out of clothes, regardless if it had set in or been washed/dried already! She was a pro at getting the stains out and before we were allowed to pick up the item, she woudl wash it and have it ironed and hanging in the dining room waiting for us.

I have a lot left to learn, and I was counting on my grandma to teach me a lot of stuff. I guess I am on my own now to figure out the perfect recipe for fried chicken, and how to make real gravy (from scratch)... at least I learned how to make her scotcharoos!!!!

In memory of Grandma Alan

I wanted to take a moment to remember my precious and dear Grandma Alan. She was a very wonderful and special lady in my life. I valued all of the time that I was blessed to have with her. She not only was my grandma, she was my friend, a confident, my ally, and my partner in crime... we could spend the afternoon out shopping or at home sewing and have a good time. She passed away peacefully in her sleep the night of Oct. 5, 2006 and was found Friday Oct. 6. I rushed home to be with my family that evening after getting the news.

This week was definitely a long week for me and my family, but we muddled through each day with a smile on our faces. I know that my grandma is in heaven looking down on me and smiling each day of my life. I am sad that she is no longer here with me to talk to in the evenings, go shopping with when I am home, to discuss the newest Nora Roberts books, to help me finish my quilts... but she is in heaven with her other family and friends and I am sure that she is busy sewing, and ironing and babysitting already!

Please continue to keep my family in your prayers. Thanks so much.

I will SURVIVE...

No wait... that isn't the appropriate song for me... hmmm... For all of you that are wondering if I am being honest about how I have been affected by the breakup of mine and Trevor's relationship, please know that I am being as honest as I can be when I say that I am fine. We have been having some issues for a while now and unfortunately it had to come to this. I saw what was happening thanks to the wonderful counseling by one of Tulsa's hottest and finest police officers, as well as some other close friends. It was just a matter of time before Trevor realized and actually admitted to himself what was going on. Once that happened, we had a wonderful conversation, and have moved on. We are still roomates, getting along as roomates should. We sorta date, as we still go out with some of our mutual friends that are couples and we hang out with some of the same people. (Kinda hard not to hang out with the same people when we have been together for 4 years...)

On a different note... I am branching out... trying out the dating scene... have met some interesting people... not interested in falling in love or anything serious by any means... just hanging out, having fun, and being friends. So I am sorta dating a (soon to be former) Marine who is a little younger than me, but is really nice and really sweet. Please note the SORTA... we are mainly hanging out, having fun and being friends... just going out on dates in between all that!

As far as other potential suitors are involved... if any of you know of a specific Pi Kappa Alpha alumni member from TU that still lives in Tulsa... is something like 6'6" with an athletic body to go with the height... and drop dead gorgeous BLUE eyes that will make your knees buckle... who works for what used to be Hope Lumber, but was bought out... let him know that I would love to go on that date that we never got to go on 5 years ago...