word jumble.

me and whitney had a conversation about her clutter issues. i looked up the word in the dictionary and successfully debunked every "clutter" thing she saw around the house.


clutter |ˈklətər|nouna collection of things lying about in an untidy mass : the attic is full of clutter.
collection & mass are the key words here.
a magazine on the coffee table? not clutter.
a computer on the table? not clutter.
a stocking on the counter? not clutter.

oh, the thoughts.

"i wonder if our body thinks soup is a beverage."

the hoarder and hider of many things.

whitney likes to clean. especially before a party. this one party, she had cleaned the night before, the day of, five minutes before. mainly the kitchen because that is where the folks would be.

PAUSE: AS I'M WRITING THIS, I HAVE JUST BEEN TOLD THAT COURTNEY BRASHER HAS NEVER SEEN PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. 
WHAT. IT'S LIKE SHE HASN'T FOUND LIFE'S MEANING. THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE. 

the morning after the party, i'm leaving to go to work. it's about 7:30 and no one else is up. i go to get my last blueberry bagel. these bagels were so good. i go to where the bread usually is. no bagels. i look in the pantry. no bagels. i look in the cabinet with the flour, sugar, etc baking goods. it probably isn't in there but i just decided to see. no bagels.

 i know it's whitney caroline. i know she had to have put my bagel somewhere and it is not in any place that would be an acceptable alternate place for a bagel. so i relent. i go wake her up to ask her.

carlie: whitney, where is my bagel?
whitney: it's in the drawer below the coffee pot.

it's in the drawer below the coffee pot.

people should take note that this drawer is what we had labeled the "junk drawer". there are instruction manuals, lighters for candles, sharpies, etc. A PLACE TO PUT YOUR ODDS AND ENDS NOT BAGELS.

so this week, we had family stay with us for thanksgiving so naturally whitney, me and court(mainly whitney) made sure the house was presentable. wednesday morning, i'm showering. this is after whitney had cleaned. i do the shampoo, i move to grab my conditioner. it's not there. i can't find my conditioner. i literally say out loud, "whitney caroline." i get out of the shower and look underneath the sink, in the cabinet, look all around the shower to see if i just haven't seen it the first time around, nope. no conditioner. my hair is thick and i am SCREWED if i don't get conditioner in my hair.

i almost give up when i look down on the ledge of the bathtub and there it is, in all its glory, sitting in the middle of the ledge. we have a clear liner and then a shower curtain so you don't necessarily see things as clearly on the ledge of the bathtub. when i asked whitney about it, she said she WAS cleaning (so in some way i was right in that it was her) and moved it to the middle from its original place on the corner and decided that it was funny how it was in the middle and decided to leave it there for me to look frantically as i did. in some sad way, she defeated me.

one of the greatest nights ever.

"look at the moon. i can't see it but i see the reflection off the road."

i'll give you two guesses who said it.

guest poster: whitney walker.

Truly one of the highlights of life right now is living with C. C. B. And C.R. T. (I did those names alphabetically...there was no favoritism written there.) 
A highlight of the "said highlight" is breakfast together. People. I tell you it is UNBELIEVABLE the amount of butter, syrup, chocolate chips and bisquick we have used in our brief 5 1/2 months together. I mean it's been some GOOD times. 
And I'm the chef and they tell me it's delicious and I mean it's just a perfect system. 

Peace, love, and pancakes Y'all. 

P.S.
Umm. I'm now babysitting a German Shepard puppy at our house so update to come.

power lines always have to ruin the fun.

we have the prettiest tree in our front yard and i went outside today to take some pictures and the dang power was ruining the ONE good angle!

not pleased. but here's some of them....

featured poster: courtney brasher.

Last night, I watched a movie with Whitney…

Now keep in mind, the only other times I’ve watched a movie with her have either been in class or in the movie theater. I can even tell you what movies I’ve seen with her: The Hangover and Sherlock Holmes. [Side note. When she and I went to see The Hanger, she was drinking water, was surprised by a funny moment, and spewed water on the people sitting below us. I could not stop laughing.] 

While working on my dissertation, I came across a quote: “Where there is pattern, there is significance.” In watching movies with Whitney, I have discovered a pattern. SHE HAS THE ATTENTION SPAN OF A FLEA! 

Seriously…her mind bounces around from one activity to another. So last night, Whitney said she wanted to watch The Holiday. It was HER idea! So, typically when someone says they want to watch a movie…they want to WATCH a movie. Not Whitney. While I was actively involved in watching the movie, Whitney played with the dog, played with the bird, lifted weights, cleaned the kitchen (for which I am grateful), texted/emailed/focused on her phone, and stretched on her big red ball on the side of the sofa which prevented her from seeing the movie.  I’m sure most of you have “experienced” movie watching with Whitney, but I went to bed in disbelief at her lack of focus…