Hell May Freeze Over

Today, I got the shock of a lifetime. If you know me at all, you know that I am a huge Kansas City Chiefs fan. I don red and gold, participate in the tailgating opportunities when I can and yell and scream like a maniac at the games...yes, even in the rain.

But today, a dark cloud is glooming. You see, I despise the Denver Broncos - for many reasons. For starters, blue and orange is just tacky together. Next, their cheerleaders aren't as cute as our cheerleaders. But most of all, naturally I have to be bitter about any team in our league, especially since their record ended at 7-9 last year and ours was a chilling 4-12. (Jealous much? Yes I am.)

Now for the bad news as if our record alone wasn't bad enough - my favorite Center in the whole world, Casey Wiegmann, (see the photo of me, Casey and Danni) has just signed with the Blue and Orange. Blagh!! This is Casey's 13th year in the NFL and he has definitely pulled his weight. I have forgiven Casey once for some bad judgement he made in 1996 - playing for the Indianapolis Colts - who I despise more than the Broncos. And now this...

Casey, Casey, Casey - when will you learn, my pal? Is this my punishment for making fun of how big your neck is? I will take it back, I promise!!

I once said, "I will not root for the Colts, the Raiders or the Broncos unless hell freezes over." And my friends - that day may be lingering that I cheer on the Broncos (when they are not getting smashed by my all-time favorite team, the Chiefs!) Last I heard, Casey wanted to be on a winning team before hitting retirement. But the Broncos? Come on now. Blue and Silver is a better color on you...why can't you play for the Cowboys or something?

You Ain't Cool Unless You Have a Loose Screw!

UPDATE: Dan the Man will forever be tagged as having a screw loose!

Yep. You heard it here first folks - the screw is here to stay. After much debate in the Moore Family and another visit to the doctor (the family doctor this time - not some money hungry, surgery-eager vulture), Dan the Man has decided that the best route to take at this time is to keep his loose screw.

The family doctor brought up some very good points: 1) more surgery to go on a screw-hunting expedition could cause more damage than what it is worth and 2) if Doc himself had a screw inside of him, he would elect to leave it.

So there you have it folks....Dan the Man truly has a loose screw. And as someone once said, "this whole thing sounds 'screwy' to me!" (Kudos Melissa!)

** Note to Dad: I promise to stop posting lovely photos of you now. Well, until the latest from Gulf Shores 2008 surface.

Proverbs 24:3

All of our time lately has been dedicated to working on the house that we have been dreaming about. Lots of hard work - lots of decisions - lots of ideas going through our heads.

I came across this scripture while looking for house ideas (on a builder's site). I realized that we can put all of our effort into building the walls, finding the perfect light fixture and picking out fabulous wood floors. But what really matters is the Wisdom that is going to fill this house - the true riches of knowledge, wisdom and understanding are the precious and pleasant riches - not my fancy lamps, sofa tables and flat screens.

Just my thoughts for today...

Someone Once Said...

"A tree can make the front yard beautiful." Okay fine - I said that. And I meant it. Now let me tell you a little story about a tree that could - and then got knocked down.

On this fun (and not-so-fun) journey of building a champagne taste dream home on a state worker's beer budget, I knew there would be ups and downs. But I never knew that one "down" was going to happen.

Blaine & I chose a little piece of property in a neighborhood that we adored. A lot of deciding factors went into choosing this particular lot - but when it came down to it, we finally made a choice on our lot...the one with the tree in the front...the one where we could perfectly position our garage windows so the tree would be a focal point between them...the one where we might just have to be a few feet to one side closer to the neighbor to be able to have this tree "just right." So that is what we did - we began building our house around a beautiful tree (some called it a Birch, some called it a Cottonwood - it looked like an Aspen to me.) All I knew was I loved this tree.

And then the phone call came. Blaine said, "are you sitting down?" I knew something was wrong because he had tried to call me twice and had sent 3 emails to "discuss something about house." I said, "sure I am sitting...what's wrong?" I had gone through half a dozen scenarios in my head: the house burned down, the concrete cracked in half, the back fill cost $3 million dollars...I had thought of everything. But in my thought process I said "don't freak out. Whatever it is...it can be rebuilt." I had no idea... I was wrong....

Blaine: "I hate to tell you this...." Misti: "What...for crying out loud?"
Blaine: "They cut down our tree." Misti: "WHAT? @(*&(&%#(&#!!!!!"
Blaine: "The excavating guy cut down our tree!"
<Insert crazy lady voice here - you know the voice of the lady on The Christmas Story where Ralphie's mom calls another mom to tell her that Ralphie learned the curse word "fudge" from her son>
Misti: "@@#@%#% blah, blah, blah--- OOOOHHH fudge!"

I was furious. And the whole world knew it. That was my tree - the one I adored and loved. The one that was going to make my front yard beautiful. She was gone.....forever. Now she lays deader than a doornail in my backyard ready to be cremated.

Here she is: the lone little tree in my front yard. She left my front yard at a whopping 15-20 years old standing 50 feet tall. (I think that she took it better than we did.) She will replaced (and soon) but never forgotten. RIP little beautiful tree......

Now speaking of Deader than a Doornail - where is my excavating guy?

Happy Birthday Blainer!

I Finally Did It....

I changed $500 (okay - not THAT much) to cut bangs (Cha-Ching!) I have been talking about it for a while - at least to myself. I was admiring Reese Witherspoon, Tyra Banks and now Heidi Klum. They are all hot women - and I wanted to look like them too. Okay fine, I am just a little bigger than them (okay a lot bigger), but I thought bangs would compliment my round face nicely.
So I called Brad (my hairdresser) and he chopped away.

I left my office yesterday looking somewhat like this:

And I returned to work looking somewhat like this:

I cannot decide if I love it or hate it. I am leaning towards liking it. I know my momma will love it - she has been trying to talk me into it for quite some time.

No one screamed in terror when I returned to work - so I guess it's okay. I wonder what the hubby will say...That will teach him to not leave me home alone too much.

I guess if I decide not to like it....it will grow out soon enough.

It is all about style, baby!

The Difference Between Men & Women

Now most of you have seen this before, but I cannot help but laugh at this everytime I see it. It is SO true. My cousin, Alicia, sent this to me a couple of weeks ago and I came across it again this morning.

Perfect timing - I am having one of those "I feel like a complete fat blob" mornings! I even stopped at the grocery store on my way to work this morning to stock up on 1 Liter bottles of Fiji water. (And they will probably sit on my desk at work for weeks waiting for me to actually drink them. Coffee is way more important to me, really.)

Why can men strut around acting as if they are the hottest creatures on the planet, while all of us women (who are far more beautiful than these manly, hairy creatures) criticize ourselves to no end? If someone figures out how to save women from body image self-destruction, let me know.

Until then, where are the donuts?