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…

someone is super ready for the holidays....and 23 degree weather.

"i love me." as she walks away.

personal post.

NORTH CAROLINA!!!!!

THEY ARE ON MY TV SCREEN AGAIN AND I AM SO HAPPY.

HARRISON BARNES. YOU ARE BAD-A.

whitney, if only it was just a dream...

operation: otis has commenced.

i have decided to teach otis tricks such as sit, down, high five, and roll over. because his mom aka whitney is too lazy to do it herself. AND! her excuse is when i tell her he has nothing to offer the world, "he gives love and is ssooooo sweet." not enough for me.

he learned sit in like two minutes! we're now currently working on 'lay down' which he is not getting as fast.

i also told whitney that pierre would only prove his worth to me if he learned how to dance.

"you are the kind of paper towel you use."

whitney went to the store today. she bought paper towels and when i got home, she went into her thesis statement as to why she only bought a two pack of bounty paper towels.

because this was a big decision. the brand of paper towels you use explains who you are as a person.

excuse me while i roll my eyes.

courtney then said that the only reason she was making a big deal out of this was because she had been using scott's paper towels which were some brand i've never heard of.

i asked her if she wanted to do a sampler of paper towels and decide which one we like best. she didn't detect my sarcasm as she responded with a resounding, "yes!"

thirty minutes later and we're still talking about it.

oh and she had a cup of coffee this afternoon. it explains it all really.

the story that gave me(lisa) the idea.

i want to begin this by saying i love whitney. she's fun, she's goofy, she's VERY optimistic about pretty days, life in general, and her dogs. we are just not of the same cloth.

whitney and i have very different viewpoints about clutter.

when we first moved in, we tried to get the place into as much order as possible. me and courtney thought it looked good for what we had but whitney had other ideas.

one day, i was coming home from quite a long day at work. it was friday. i was tired. whitney was home, making her dinner. i can't recall what she was eating but she used her yellow le creuset pot. i was sitting on the chair next to the counter on my computer and she was still eating. she chatted and i pretended to listen. then i heard her mumble something about clutter and cabinets.

pause: now let me say, again, that we have a pretty big kitchen and lots of cabinet space. from my viewpoint, i thought we were golden. we had plenty of cookware that we would need at some point in our lives. we didn't need to get rid of anything.

resume: i hear whitney saying, "i'm just gonna take these back home to grandma's house." i've always been told i have selective hearing and i one hundred percent agree. i am not going to deny. i was too busy checking all my blogs on my computer to listen to what whitney was actually saying; however, i did look up right as she was walking out of the house with.....a big cooking pot(mainly for cooking pasta, potatoes, boiling chicken and i believe a medium sized sauce pan.

i was dumfounded. it was too late. she was already out the door and her mind was already made. i kept thinking, 'what brought this on? we've been living here for a month and now this "clutter" bothers her? but why? we need those pots.' and then i realized......she cooked. she used a saucepan, saw the clutter, and told the clutter that she would defeat it. she has never learned that i was disappointed that she gave back those pots until she reads this.

i'm going to counterpost this clutter story with a totally legitimate 'there is clutter here and this ought not to be' story.

whitney loves jars. she loves jars so much that there are clean jars in the dishwasher on a frequent basis. it's a little out of control. she got it from big frank.

i came home from the grocery store one day and proceeded to put up my purchases. as i was attempting to put the milk in the top shelf, i found that there was no room for the milk. this couldn't be because all we had was the old milk, orange juice, and cranberry juice. i finally realized there had to have been something back there hindering the space. as i push through the juices, i see that whitney caroline has empty, clean jars in the back of the refrigerator. AND THESE ARE BIG JARS. we're talking tall and about as wide as an average pickle jar. TWO JARS.

apparently her explanation was she likes the jars to be cold when she puts fruit in them.

explanation.

this is a blog for you people to enjoy the antics of whitney, courtney, and myself. we all three are very, very, very, very different. whitney, the most different but we still love her.

so as i continue to live with the great, interesting folks, i will update you with stories. i have many already that i have to remember.

so long for now.

daily conversing with whitney.

upon seeing a commercial for calcium chews,

whitney: carlie, we need to get those. it gives us our daily   calcium in just one little chew.

        

     me: whitney, we are not 90 years old.