Posts tagged OKC
Baseball Pants

I have the attention span of an eight year old.

With that said, I've been to two three baseball games in my life.

In high school I saw a Nebraska - Oklahoma State game on FCA game day. I fell head over heels for a pitcher who probably never left the bench, but made my 16-year-old heart flutter. Thanks to google, I now know he wasn't ever that cute. (Also - what are unique properties? And why does someone need to facilitate transactions between buyers and sellers? interesting.)

In college I went to an inning. An entire inning.

And, last summer, I saw the OKC redhawks from a suite.

But, dear creepers, I do love those baseball pants. From the press conference at the newly-named Newcastle Casino Field at Bricktown the eve of opening day... all I could think about were baseball pants and dollar beers.

I could probably go to a game this year. Maybe there's hope for me.

Project: Coffee Table

When I experienced trajedy for the first time as a child(read as: lost a loved one), I held on to anything that reminded me of this certain person. I even went as far as forbidding my grandma for getting rid a coffee table because it was his. Last fall, my grandma decided after a few thousand years - it was time I claimed the coffee table.

This table, in all of its early 90s glory  stored a pleathera of my games: monopoly, chutes-and-ladders and even a few trolls. Obviously, my taste is not the same as my 6-year old self, so I've had this table sitting around for a few months trying to decide what to do with it. I mean, I love the 90's - but this coffee table wasn't one if it's better pieces.

The good thing is that recently I have developed a need for projects. I refuse to pay full price for furniture and furniture that you can make your own seems more personal anyhow.

Here's a look at the coffee table as it sits in the living room. I love how the country chic coffee table contrasts from the cow hide. (I brought the cow hide  home from a trip to Argentina.)

Although I'm still really new at refinnishing furniture - I didn't think it turned out that bad.

I first sanded down the not-so-real-wood and applied multipe light coats of egg-shell white paint. I followed this by using a dry brush to add a little bit of turqouise around the details. The old-school nobs were coated with a light layer of black spray paint.

What do you think?

7 a.m.


7 a.m. Saturday morning there was a horrendous knocking on the front door, which resulted in the jarring of my sleeping puppy. Her barking reaches octaves known only to pre-pubescent boys.

Stumbling out of bed, I peeked through the front window only to see – my mom – cheerfully picking a few dead buds from the petunias on the front porch.

Anything before 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning should be illegal.

We went to the farmer’s market.



This, my friends, is what you refer to as a steal.


“Brooke, hold the plant like a fish – ‘ya know – so it looks bigger.”

I'm not ever sure what type of flower this one is.

The rest of the day consisted of garage sales, antique stores, garage sales....

Who knew that could be so productive... or fun. Weird.

Urban Young Professional.

"What's that in your hair?""feathers" "why?" "The cool kids are doing it." "The cool kids may be doing it but the young urban professionals are not."

If I was on my toes I would have said, "they are if they are going to the arts festival." But I wasn't. And, my rural upbringing taught me not to talk back to older urban professionals.

If you've been around for a while you'll note one of the earlier posts was about the OKC Festival of the Arts. A year later, it's just as cool.

This is the view from my office. How could I not take a quick trip out there - everyday?!? Exactly. It's a rule. It's a law. It would be illegal not to try an indian taco. Or a snow cone. Or a 1,587 calorie piece of deliciousness.

Or walk the brand spankin' new pathways through the gardens. It's only right after putting up with the constuction.

You know, because I also work by this. You might have noticed it? No? Hmmmm.

Anyway. Visit the Festival of Arts.

It happened.

My sister recently said to me, "everyone thinks Will {my little, her big - brother.}  has a lot of money." Without even thinking about it I replied, "of course he does. He doesn't pay rent, buy groceries, pay the electric bill, pay for insurance."

Man, I wish I was 16.

I think this conversation is going to repeat it's self frequently thoughout the next several years. My response will change ever so slightly. "Of course he does, he's not paying into college funds, paying for kids, scheduling doctor appointments, buying school supplies."

On second thought. I'm cool with being a solid twenty-something. Right in the middle of not-paying bills and paying too many bills.

On another note. I'm really getting into this whole do-it-yourself thing. I found this table in my mom's barn. She [and my aunts] love to find bargains.

 The only thing wrong about this table was [beside the solid layer of dirt ] they mod podged leaf stickers. I'm still uncertain in what century this was a cool thing to do.

This is still a work-in-progress. I'm going to destress it a bit. And, yes, I took the easy way out and used spray paint. [High quality spray paint]

Planted a few flowers, too. If you remember back to last year this probably means we're about to encounter a hail storm. Knock on wood.

The lunchbox.

Recently, I was asked what someone does for fun in OKC. My knee-jerk reaction, "eat?" I'm as guilty as the next gal when it comes to entertainment. It seems our plans revolve around food.

So - why not blog about it?

Usually, I'm pretty good about bringing my lunch to work. However, there are the occasions I spring for lunch with Dallyn or fend for myself.

On the latter, I have a go-to.

Johnny's Lunch Box is my absolute favorite. The price is perfect [under $10] and the food is great.

This is a no-frills establishment with a handwritten "reserved" seat for the regulars. It's a throwback to the small-town atmosphere.

My go-to is the Meatball and Parmesan sandwich with macaroni and cheese and mashed potatoes for sides.

I haven't gone to the back to see who is in the kitchen. But, I'm pretty sure it's someone's grandma. And, she's using hand-me-down recipes.