I need Christmas

Christmas in July is a common thing at retail centers. I think it's to increase the stress for all of us and remind us that Christmas is 20 something paychecks away.

For me, Christmas has never been a huge cause of stress like it is for others. I think its because there are only a few things in life that I love more than spending time with my family. I love cooking and decorating with my mom, begrudgingly wrapping white lights on the porch with my dad, finishing the last minute wrapping and preparing santa gifts for my mom. I love seeing those family members that you usually only see on holidays, wearing sweaters even though its really not cold enough for them, sitting on the porch before everyone wakes up and drinking coffee with mom and making memaws fudge.

There are so many things I cherish about the holidays, but nothing compares to the closeness that I feel to my Lord.

I don't know if its because the air is crisper/cleaner and I feel like its a more direct line of communication when I pray, or just because I get sentimental around the holiday. Regardless, its the one time of year that I can truly "give it up to God".

And right now, with Christmas half a year away, I would give anything to have the feeling I have at that time of year. I need a Christmas in July. I need the comfort of my loving parents and close friends, I need the smell of Big Mama's "Texas Trash" that my Mom makes and I need to hear the gorgeous fire crackling that my dad creates in the fireplace. I need to hang those ornaments full of memories and think back on when times were simple and care free.

Most of all, I need that feeling that no matter what happens next, everything is going to be okay. And right now, with all the summer heat and all the thoughts in my head, that message isn't exactly coming thru loud or clear.

Tomorrow is a day of new beginnings so I need some sleep. When I say my prayers tonight, it will be for each of us to get a little bit of Christmas when we need it.

To Re-Gift is to Receive

I've always been a fan of giving in every sense of the word. I've been described as a giving person and I love that....mostly I'm giving my time, my heart, my ear or my shoulder...but occasionally I get to give material things. I love all of these types of "giving"....the non-material (i'm sure there's an actual word for that but I don't know it) and the material.

The Non because I hate being alone unless I've had a terrible day and giving of myself always involves being around other people. The Material because I love to see people smile....I think long and hard about the gifts that I wrap up with a bow, convinced by the time the wrapping is complete that it is the most perfect gift for the recipient and I give myself an A+. (and i usually do a darn cute wrapping job.)

And of these material gifts, my all-time favorite is the Re-Gift.

Now most people frown upon re-gifting or hand-me-downs but that feeling is WRONG people! If you can give someone something that they absolutely love and you absolutely could do without, it is a WIN-WIN situation!!

Last night I had some girlfrieds over for pokeno. (It's a bunco group and we switched games because this one didn't require mathematical skills while drinking wine) We immediately judged everyones wrapping jobs by which gift bag was the cutest (mine...SNAP!), which was not (deemed "ugly bag"), which was the biggest (super cute purse) and which was the most creative (foil wrapped freebirds g.c.). It was so much fun to re-gift the wrapping and to know that with these girls, you can bring a re-gifted gift and no one cares. We are all so different that SOMEONE is going to think your trash is a treasure. It's like buying without paying...and without going to jail for it!

So Ladies, I must suggest that you do a pokeno night or some sort of gift exchange on a regular basis.

I attempted to host a "sip n swap" at the changing of the season where everyone brings clothes that are somewhat new but either cant wear or won't be worn for whatever reason and we all trade...while drinking wine, of coures. (Are you noticing a pattern? Yeah, me too, thank goodness I'm off the meds and can reclaim my title of wine-o).

Until next time, Cheers!

I got boxes!!

I finally received my "military packs" which are boxes that the USPS provides at no cost for anyone sending packages to troops, can we say hell yeah!?! Rock on USPS!

So this weekend will be my first shipment, I'm oh-so-excited! I'm hoping I'll get a little more participation from some of you kiddos so please email me if you'd like to help. And for anyone who travels, send me your hotel shampoos/soaps/etc!!!

I'll keep ya posted on the progress! Have a great weekend!

CLH

I went to Camp Longhorn for over ten years. If you're a parent, I highly recommend that you send your children there...it will provide the most incredible memories, friends, lessons and adventures that are priceless. I sometimes wish I had more than 2 weeks vacation each year because I'd love to go back as a counselor a few more times.

Anyway, I had one of those little Blue Bell ice cream cups today that come with the little wooden flat spoon-ish tool. I was trying to remember the last time I had one of those and I'm pretty sure it was at camp.

I was immediately taken back to those summers and I laughed when I think of how my camp friends and I would completely cover the top of the cup with peanut butter (sometimes crunchy-sometimes creamy) and then some would add honey (not me). So I decided to see if I still liked it and oh good lord, it was SO good!! Definitely try it! If I can find an Oreo cookie in the next few weeks, I'll cover it with peanut butter too...how did we come up with these combinations?

So take a moment and reward yourself with some summer treats!

Here is a slideshow from my last trip to CLH for Tex's memorial service. Enjoy!

no officer, i didnt know it was red

Ever drive somewhere and not remember how you got there?

I drove to work this morning and I have no clue if the lights I drove thru were red or green.

SCARY!

Security and being secure

We had a security system installed last week and now I'm more scared about "things" than I was before.

I guess ignorance truly is bliss because now that we have taken these measures to secure the house, I feel less secure overall.

Plus, I'm SO scared that I'm going to set the thing off! Aaah!

Open Letter to my Pillow

Dear Beloved Pillow,

Oh how I miss thee....we never spend time together anymore. And when we do...it's not the quality time like when we first met. Why is it that relationships always change and the bond you once had seems to fade? In my desperation to be close to you, I actually thought about substituting an office chair, desk, steering wheel or bathroom counter for you but that just left me feeling empty inside and missing you more. So don't worry, I'm not seeing anyone else and I love you.

I hope that one day, we'll reconnect and bond like we used to. I love how we used to just spend hours together and I long for the days when we traveled together. When I was sick you'd make me feel better, when i was sad you'd comfort me, and when I'd had too much to drink you were there to catch me when I would fall. Nothing brings me comfort like you do.

I hope that one day, we'll reconnect and bond like we used to. They say it only gets worse as we age but I'm hoping we can prove them wrong.

Your long lost friend,

MC

why do we like the pain?

Masochism refers to sexual or non-sexual gratification in the infliction of pain or humiliation upon oneself.

I've noticed that whether or not we know it, many of us like inflicting pain upon ourselves. In one of my favorite shows, Grey's Anatomy, Meredith says “Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.”

The most recent case of Masochism I've witnessed is, of course, in regards to relationships. It's the girl who keeps going back for more.

Why?

I think it's the fear.

1)The fear that she made a mistake
2)The fear that he was "the one" (no matter how absolutely crappy he was)
3)The fear that she'll never be happy again.

#3 is the kicker. As women, we're raised to believe that we're looking for that Prince Charming, that Mr. Right. When we get in a relationship, we realize that prince actually has to pick us too. And when that relationship ends, we forget that we can look for him...we're focused on only finding the one who will pick us but we see that as a slim to none chance as our confidence is completely shot.

Even when friends tell you not to do it, and you would tell them the same thing if the situation were reversed, you do it anyway. Because the pain feels so good.

I don't know how to get thru to her and tell her being with no one is better than being with a jerk. I think it's a realization she'll have to come to on her own. Until then, I'll pray for her strength and hope he stubbs his toe on every wooden and metal object he passes.

Selfishnessicity

I'm really struggling lately with people who are selfish. Everyone is selfish at some point in their life but I've been faced with some extreme cases. Some people who are so wrapped up and focused on themselves and have absolutely no desire to do anything for anyone else or even be there for anyone else. I think the word selfish isn't strong enough to describe those people and I just don't understand them sometimes. Usually I'd be able to write them off and not let it bother me but when someone's actions intentionally hurt someone else, thats unnecessary, and frankly it pisses me off.

It's really hard for me to believe that there are people out there who have no desire to do anything for anyone else. I just don't get that. Don't they know that the feeling you get when giving someone a gift (material or not) isn't something that only happens in December? Patience, or lack thereof, is one of my big flaws so the fact that this has been an ongoing struggle is trying my patience.

I've had people tell me that my expectations are too high in life. How depressing is that? Are they really? If so, how did I get here? I know that I watched Faerie Tale Theater a LOT as a child (and yes, it is spelled Faerie) and I know that I'm a sap for wholesome movies but generally, I don't expect anything from anyone that I don't do myself.

So I'm faced with this inner turmoil. How can I be a giving person without being disappointed in others that don't? And don't get me wrong here, people, I'm nowhere close to being this good, wholesome, person that I'd like to be. But I do genuinely care about others and I love the feeling I get and the impact I make when I give to others. Maybe thats me being selfish....because I do it for the way it makes me feel?? That being said, as much as I'd like to go above and beyond in everything I do, generally I don't because I'm often lazy. So how can it be, then, that my expectations are too high?

I truly hope that is not the case because if my expectations are too high then that would make my hopes and dreams completely out of reach. So my challenge for you today is to do something nice for someone else. It can be as simple as holding the door for someone or as complicated as taking food to the homeless. And next time you feel the need to be selfish, fight it with a smile!

Hey MC? Its your uterus....we need to talk

I'm an independent gal and very happy in my life. I'm used to the fact that my timeline for the future doesn't measure up to everyone else's and others expect me to catch up soon. I get that.
Generally, I'm fine with how things are working out.

And then a friend of mine goes and gets pregnant.

Why is it that shopping for infant clothes and any baby things can make your uterus wake up and start aching? Oh my goodness, I swear my "clock" starting going off like a police siren.

All I can say is I've never been so excited to give an expectant mother a gift....I need to get this thing out of my house so that my body will go back to normal!

Great News and an Update on Call to Action for our troops

For those who are new to this site and want to help, you can see my original post about sending packages to troops by clicking here or email me

Many thanks to my friend, Lincee, for pimping out my efforts on her blog. And thanks to my friend Allison for finally providing me a way to get the soldier information I've been looking for!
I appreciate all of the well wishes, tid bits of information, and applause I've gotten so far.

What I need now is your help!

This weekend, my beautiful Mom ransacked thru her house to help me in this giving mission. It was so easy to find stuff to send to troops. If everyone took 2-3 minutes in each room of your home, I guarantee you'll find something new or gently used to donate.

Here are things we found: (see the full Call to Action for a complete list)
paperback books, local newspapers, magazines, travel size toiletries from hotels, crystal light on the go packs, batteries, gum, stationery, blank cards, water guns, stuffed animals (for troops to give to children there).

I forgot to mention before that I'm in the Dallas area. Even if you're across the country, please email me if you'd like to help, I can get you the supplies you need to ship your stuff and a soldier to send them to...you can help me remotely!!!

Wanna save a little $?

So my company is making all kinds of efforts to help us save money with the rising cost of fuel, etc. Well, I found out a way to save a lot of money this weekend!

It's been a 6 week battle with this sinus infection from hades. Seriously, 6 weeks people!! And none of you have sent me a good well card...or chocolate. Four of these long weeks I've been on antibiotics (see my roid rage post yeah...i was a bit angry)

During this time, any type of alcohol has been forbidden...FORBIDDEN!! If you know me, you know that this is a major problem. I studied abroad in Italy and wine...well, it's like my better half!

This past weekend we took a trip to lovely Fredericksburg..famous for their peaches and Admiral Nimitz. I broke my promise to my dr, my pharmacist, and everyone else who is more responsible than I am and I ordered a fresh peach margarita with dinner. Let me just tell you it was something close to heaven.

I don't know if it was the fact that I haven't had one in over a month or the medication that I was on, but MAN...talk about hammered. Because I'm an incredibly gifted actress (i was even a thespian in high school...and no, thats not what it means) no one knew that I was, indeed, Tipsy Tina.

So Augmentin and Alcohol....a very dangerous combination but, hey...I saved $7 because I only had one!

*let it be said that I'm in no way encouraging you to mix perscriptions and alcohol. let this statement serve as a "read at your own risk" warning and I will not be held responsible for my words...or something like that*

Call to Action: Do more than just watch the fireworks

Ok...this is a challenge to all of you...ready??

Whenever there is a holiday, I always like to take some time to think about what that holiday is really about, not just how we celebrate it. To me, 4th of July is truly a celebration of my freedom...something I often take for granted. In celebration of this holiday, I too will watch fireworks, eat bbq, drink margaritas and wear something red, white or blue. But this year, I want to take it a step further...I want to give back to those who provide me with my freedom.

So starting today, I want to send care packages to our deployed troops. I'm gathering information on the specifics of what can/can't be sent and how exactly I'm to get these items to them.

What I know...for food, they request as much individually wrapped items as possible or durable things...(i.e. pringles cans instead of bags of chips), and non perishable items as it may take 2-4 weeks to get there and go thru several locations, temperatures and handling methods.

Here is a list of items wanted:
DVDs, CDs, Batteries (all sizes)
Computer Flash Drives
Headsets (earpiece and microphone)
Beanie Babies (what??), Small Novelty Items
Disposable Cameras
Prepaid Phone Cards
Travel-Size Board Games, Handheld electronic games
Bandana Coolers/Cool-Ties*, Mini-Battery-operated Fans
Hand and Foot Warmers
Commercially wrapped individual packets of Trail Mix, Beef Jerky, Nuts, Energy Bars, Sunflower Seeds, Candy (Halloween Candy is great!!)
Ready To Eat Tuna or Chicken Salad kits
Boxes of Girl Scout Cookies; Small tins of Danish Cookies
Packets of Powdered Cold Beverages (the type that you just add water to and individually wrapped is preferred...i.e. crystal light singles, etc)
Commercially sealed Lip Balm, roll-on deodorant, toothpaste, toothbrushes
Individual packets of moist towelettes
Travel Size containers of Foot Powder
Screen Printed T-Shirts, Socks
Baseball Style Caps, Knit Hats and Gloves; Neck Gators*
Holiday Greeting Cards (blank)
Tobacco Products
Unsealed personal cards and letters
Used Cell Phones, Video Games and Systems, IPODs, PDAs, Ink-jet Cartridges

For a more personal touch,
~Send a personal note or have your children write a letter, draw a picture, etc.
~ Send silly toys – water guns, handheld travel games, a book of jokes, magic tricks, etc. Anything to let him take a break. If you send water guns or something similar, be sure to send multiples, it’s no fun to play alone.
~Instead of packing supplies, I'm going to use recent newspapers, send me your old ones so I have a variety!
~Send magazines or a book

*I know these are a lot of items and some can be expensive..so see my other post on how to Make your own Cool Ties Or...if you make the fabric and I'll do the rest!

Thank you in advance to anyone and everyone for your help!! If you need to send items or want to send money towards the purchase of items, please email me theflipsideofthepillow at gmail dot com

How to make a Cool Tie

update: i had a "crazy" read this post....check it out here

This is for your own summer survival or if you'd like to join me in my Call To Action and help me send care packages to our troops.

How To Make A Cool Tie

Materials and Supplies:
1/4 yard 45-inch wide lightweight 100% cotton fabric Please use tan, brown, desert camouflage or other neutral colored cotton or material.
2 teaspoons Watersorb-brand polymer granules (to order Watersorb-brand polymer granules visit Watersorb.com's Cool Ties page)
thread
sewing machine
pins
scissors or rotary cutter
bamboo or plastic point turner

Instructions:
1. Cut cut a 7"-by-45" rectangle from fabric. For simplest cutting, fold fabric crosswise and use a rotary cutter. (Note: you can make five cool ties from one yard of 45" fabric.)

2. Fold fabric strip in half lengthwise, right sides together. To form pointed end, cut a 45-degree triangle from each folded end. Cut back from the fold toward the edges.

3. Locate the lengthwise center of the folded strip. Place 2 pins 1 1/2 inches on each side of the center of the strip. The pins mark the area to be left open to reverse the tie. Sew from point to center on each side, with a 5/8th inch seam allowance. Leave the area between the pins open.

4. Using scissors, carefully notch seam allowance next to the tie point.

5. Measure 10 inches up from each pointed end, mark location with a pin. On each side, sew directly across the tie from end to end, backstitching at the beginning and end of the stitching line. This stitching creates a pocket for the garden polymer granules.

6. Insert 2 teaspoons Watersorb-brand polymer granules into center of the tie through the opening in the seam.

7. Stitching close to the folded edges, sew the opening closed.

there is no title for this

For those of you who don't know, the lead story in last nights news hits at home. It's the case of the man who was convicted of murdering a family member of mine. I was 3 1/2 when my second cousin was murdered, along with four other men, in Sherman, TX.

I'm amazed at how many people have been sharing their opinions on this case. Granted, most of the opinions are formed without knowing all of the information and the media has only shown one side of this story. that being said, i applaud everyone for taking interest, it shows that people do care.

So what i ask is this, please say a prayer for these families...the families of the four men murdered, of the one convicted of the crime and of the ones suspected that could be involved. The families of these men did nothing to deserve this and have suffered for too long. There is at least one guilty party here..and in my opinion it is the government...this case shouldn't have gone on this long...if they were going to hear this evidence, they should have done it decades ago. this is heart wrenching for all of us. For more info, click here

Open letter to the owner of the wierd hair I found this morning

While drafting this letter in my head, I played out both sides of the problem because I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you had nothing but good intentions in leaving one of your hairs behind on the toilet seat for me to find today. **notice i said hairs behind, not behind hairs as I try not to make these assumptions**

Pro:
1) The presence of the left behind hair reminds us all, "hey, this seat is nasty-dirty and only cleaned once daily (and who knows if they actually clean the toilet seat, i think they just lift it up and clean the bowl) and given that there are only 3 toilets in the ladies restrooms and 30+ women who use them (as well as the ladies from the next building who come over to OUR building...im guessing because they have some stank business to take care of) and given that the average woman probably uses the ladies room 3x/day thats an average of 30x/day that someone sits on this here throne. yeah...do yourself a favor and utilize the ridiculously thin seat liner...or better yet, go to the next hair-free stall."

Con:
1) The presence of the left behind hair reminds us all just how nasty some "ladies" can be and makes us crazy by trying to catch the "Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair" culprit therefore verifying the size and style of shoe seen in the next stall and lingering just a bit longer while washing the hands so that you can then run back to said stall and check the seat for reminents.

I've come to the conclusion that while I appreciate any attempt that your Rapunzel donation made at the "pro" argument listed above, I've decided that your lost and found object is, indeed a con as it's making me mad crazy and induced a new super sleuth challenge for which I simply don't have time to investigate.

So, in the future, although I'm sure you had the best intentions when envoking your Rapunzel habits...I must insist that you follow appropriate airline regulations and "Please check under your seat and in the overhead cabin to insure you have all of your belongs as you depart the aircraft. We thank you so much for flying with us today. We know you have a choice when you fly and no one loves you, or your money, like us!"

Sincerely,
MC

The Grass Is Always Greener

Surprisingly, I watched part of 'Cheaper By The Dozen 2' today. I'm not normally a fan of the cheesy disney movies but this one has a great message.

To summarize...the family spends the summer back at the lakehouse resurrecting an old family tradition. However, this year, they learn that a former nemesis has now built the biggest, baddest, best place on the lake. They have all the games, toys and luxuries that everyone wants and suddenly the family kids only want to be at the house across the lake.

This has such a similarity to real life. It seems that everyone we know constantly has the newest, best thing. From homes, electronics, cars, wardrobes, jobs, pets, etc. Most of the time we hang out with friends it's to see the new something at someone's house. Which is so funny to me because in all reality, you don't need a reason to hang out with someone or need something to do...if you're truly friends.

It's hard not to get wrapped up in the race to be the best and often I wonder what we have to offer our friends for entertainment. What reason do our friends have to come over to this house? After all, we don't have a big screen, a pool, the latest video game, a pool table, etc.

But forget all that cause I have access to a lake house! And THIS was finally the year that I'd be able to have a big bash at the lake for the 4th of july. Because THIS year, the 4th is on a Friday and everyone promised last year when they made other plans that they'd "definitely be there NEXT year."

I'd already booked hotel rooms (because it's going to be that big), planned ahead for batches and batches of our newly famous margaritas, smores by the bonfire pit, sunscreen, bbq, fireworks, the list goes on and on (I'd even envisioned the ping pong tournament brackets.) I was beyond excited. I wondered if we had everything we'd need to be "that house across the lake" where EVERYONE wanted to be. And if we didn't, thats why they invented Walmart.

No matter how perfect it was going to be, reality is a bit more perfect. It seems that not one of the promises made last year will actually deliver.

So, I've cancelled the hotel reservations and put the money back in my account that I'd withdrawn for the fun weekend.

It seems that it didn't matter how green the grass was on my side, there was something else this year that was greener. Instead of being bummed out for the next week I've decided to withdraw from the competition. (Completely unlike me, I know.)

I don't have much to entertain you with except for my fabulous personality. (And even if I did, I don't plan on entertaining you unless you're five.)

But if anyone wants to hang out with some friends who don't have the latest and greatest anything (and probably never will), give us a call.

P.S. We haven't watered our grass in weeks...but somehow, its really green and if that's not symbolism, I don't know what is!


Currently Reading: Bitter Is the New Black by Jen Lancaster

Why I love my BF

Quote from this evening:

"Doctors in New York are being encouraged to give patients routine HIV tests......What did I say..one in four people in New York have herpes? I'm SO glad we didn't catch anything in that city. $ex and the city wh0res."

I can't stop laughing.

escape

I've never been in a place in my life where I didn't have a place to escape. That one place where you go when you want to breathe or not breathe, where you want to think or not think, and a place where even if only for ten minutes...you feel like no one can find you and where you find yourself.

I can measure my life up to this point in terms of where my escape was. Growing up it was generally someplace outside and near my house. In college it was often my hammock that I worked so hard to buy, a certain swingset on the outside of town, or my favorite park bench in my favorite park. Since graduation, my escape has changed so many times as I've moved regularly. Since this latest move, I realized that I'm in need of a new place to escape and I don't have one.

Sometimes I consider this blog to be an escape, mainly because I don't think anyone reads it (other than my mom and my BFF).

So until I find my escape....this one will have to do:


Here's hoping that when you need to make sense of it all, you find your escape.

I know who the final two are in The Bachelorette!

If you want to know....leave me a comment or email me and I'll send you proof!

the roids

I took my last steroid pill yesterday morning before breakfast. I think I'm starting to feel like myself again...but who knows.

Maybe I should go work out since they're probably still in my system...haha.

Regardless, I'm STILL sick! Ack!

Why I Love My Sister-In-Law

This is what she told me yesterday.

"You're not even a diamond in the rough, MC, you're f*cking Tiffanys!"

I love that.

on the outside looking in...or is it the other way around?

So it's not a new thing that I rant about people asking me "so...when ya gonna get hitched?" And I've always wanted to scream at them because I do want to get married and have kids. So their asking me prompts an internal rant of "i don't know, you twit, when I propose to someone or someone proposes to me and there is a YES answer, I'll be sure and let you know. Until then, shut your face and get me another margarita." But, maturely, I just smile and say "oh...i'll let ya know!" *insert fake laugh here*

Recently, I've been sick and am on ridiculous amounts of antibiotics. One of which is a steroid and I think it's affecting me more than I realize (or at least I choose to blame my actions and the following rant on it). I constantly look for cheap real estate to buy in hopes of one day flipping a house, I posted an ad for my planning services on craigslist (what?) and I've completely redirected my thoughts/feelings on the whole marriage issue.

Here's what I believe to be true (feel free to correct me):

~When I hear things about marriage these days, usually I hear "Marriage is Hard" "Marriage is Work" "The First Year is the Hardest" etc etc (ooh, sign me up!)
~When I counted out my top 10 happiest marriages, 8 of them are second marriages.(so should my first marriage be for money, love, real estate?? anyone know any 80yr olds with a heart condition?)
~I don't know anyone who has been married less than 5 years without kids who are in, what I would consider to be, a happy marriage (please don't be offended if you have been married less than 5 years, this is just me ranting)
~I know more divorced couples with kids than married couples with kids and of those divorced couples, all of them have a child less than 6 years old. (breaks my heart)
~The most interesting shows, books, movies these days tend to involve someone breaking a marriage vow...most of the time its the "i promise to be true to you and only to you."
~I hear so much about infidelity lately that it scares me.
~I, myself, am a product of a blended family.

I could go on and on with wierd facts and figures that I've collected in my wierd littel brain. But the main thing is....there are very few happily married couples out there, even happily married newlyweds! I don't know if thats supposed to scare me away from getting married one day or make me yearn that much more to be one of the happy ones.

Because, I'll be completely honest, I want nothing more than to be a Mom one day. I want to teach them things and take them places and take care of them when they are sick (i recently learned that not all moms do that last one-shame on you!) and watch them grow. I want to share my life with someone who wants to wake up to me in the morning and talk about the weather when we lose our teeth and our kids have moved on. I have no problem working at any issue...in fact, everything I put into my life and my relationships...I put my whole heart in it.

Is it too much to ask to have someone do the same?

My grandparents were married for almost 50 years. They started dating in grade school and breifly broke up at some point during high school or maybe college but lived happily ever after. I want what they had. I think we all do. But I can't help but wonder, if they were to meet in this century.....would a happily ever after still have happened?

We are a different generation playing by a different set of rules. I am constantly amazed at how many selfish people exist in the world today.

I have a quote up on my refridgerator that says "Just because we deserve the best doesn't mean we're entitled to it." I wish I could broadcast that on every tv, radio, billboard and movie screen. People just don't understand how to give.

So for those of you who are lucky enough to find the things that many of us are searching for...I commend you...I applaud you..and I'm jealous as hell of you. And all I ask is that you maintain your title of "happily married couple" for the sake of our pathetic hopes that one day we can join you. Next time he doesn't load the dishwasher or she falls asleep too soon, let it go and cherish the things that they DO, not what they DONT DO.

And for those of you who don't fit into this category...I have two words for you. SHUT UP. You took your vows, you made your promises and now it's time to live up to those. I'm tired of hearing you gripe about money, kids, gas, houses, taxes, jobs, romance, family. Do you see what you have next to you? At one time in your life, you appreciated and respected that person....where is that appreciation now? You can't do anything about the other person, but you can do something about yourself. Be the spouse that you want to be and I would tend to think that they will too.

So until you all can start behaving better and being something that I want to be, I'm be here in my selfish, non married life waiting.....for what? I'll let ya know.

I'm a planner...let me help you! Here goes nothing

so...I'm starting what will hopefully be a new chapter in my life...

I've been told several times that I've missed my calling as an event planner. I won't lie, this has always been a dream of mine. However, I have come to love and appreciate my weekends so the idea of working over the weekend scares me a bit.

That being said, I posted an ad on Craigslist and I'm going to look for other ways to test the waters to see if I get any bites.

I'm leaving it up the Lord as to where this could/might take me but hopefully it will give me options in the future! I love my job and wouldn't think of leaving, I'm just interested in branching out and seeing where this takes me. Mainly I think I just want to use a clipboard everyday....clipboards have power!

So, if you know of anyone planning an event, shower, party, wedding, etc and wants someone who's ridiculously organized, creative and frugal to help them, send them my way!! I'll keep ya posted on how things are going. Wish me luck!

Gas Gas Gas......Blah Blah Blah

I would tend to imagine that the rising cost of gas is on everyone's top 5 rants lately. Well I wouldn't say that I rant about it, per say, but I am definitely aware.

I drive a Mazda CX-7 and I happen to love it. I paid less than $20K for it brand new and have never had buyers remorse. I always recommend my car to other people because I bought the basic, standard featured car (except for the $75 bucks I paid to put the rubber guard on the back bumper and it is by no means basic. When I recommend my car, everyone is right there with me until I mention that it only takes premium). You see, my car is a 2007 and it only takes 91 octane or above. I knew this when I purchased it in September 2006.

I feel the need to defend this action and my awesome car. My rationalization was that I was buying the car for a good $6K less than the closest competing car that took regular unleaded. If you factor in that for super unleaded or premium, you're paying probably 15 cents higher per gallon. If your car takes 18 gallons, that's an additional $2.70 per fill up. If you fill up twice a month, thats $5.40 a month more than regular unleaded (not even the cost of a starbucks) which brings it to a grand total of $64.80 annually that you are spending more than the average regular unleaded joe.

Do you see my logic here people? Do you know how many years it would take me to make up that $6K I saved up front??? OVER 92 YEARS!!!

So lets be realistic here...Stop focusing on the cost of the gas you put in your car...and focus on the amount of money you spent on your car in the first place!! If you have a $40K car and are complaining about the cost of gas....maybe you should take a moment and re-think that one.

**final note: don't get me wrong here, I do believe that gas prices are too high and I take any means necessary to get the best prices. Here's hoping there's an end in sight!

domestic diva strikes back!

I have never thought of myself as a perfectionist. Mainly because I think I'm pretty perfect as-is so there's no need to double-check. Oh...and did I mention that I'm humble?

Well, during my 4th week of being sick, I broke down and decided to hire someone to mow the lawn. I have learned to enjoy yardwork but given the fact that I can't seem to get better, I decided it wouldn't be good for me to be out there with the grasses, etc.

He promised to mow the yard by Friday. Friday came and went. Saturday they showed up and I was more than happy to see them as the yard was now a jungle and the dogs looked like jumping deer since they couldn't just run around anymore.

When we returned Saturday night, they had scalped the yard, buldozed one whole flowerbed and the bottom of my butterfly bush, knocked over and broke one of our landscape lights and shredded the cord to it, weed-eated part of my garden so now all of my cucumber and zucchini plants are dead and ripped the soaker hose from underneath the cement slab in the back yard (no clue how we'll get that back under there.) Oh, and they also only trimmed up one side of the tree and didnt trim it away from the house (what I told him was most important)

So, the moral of the story is...if you want it done right, do it yourself! OR hire me!

waiting for the inevitable-updated.

**update**: we got the news that she passed away today. Please say a prayer for the family. We miss her already but are glad she doesn't have to be in pain any longer.**

I'm going to start this blog the same way you used to start a paper in school when you didn't know where to start. The definition of the subject.

According to dictionary.com, inevitable is
1. unable to be avoided, evaded, or escaped; certain; necessary: an inevitable conclusion.
2. sure to occur, happen, or come; unalterable: The inevitable end of human life is death.
–noun 3. that which is unavoidable.

My grandmother's best friend has been given 24-48 hours to live. She is thought to have pancreatic cancer and is on high doses of morphine to keep her comfortable. Unfortunately for us, this also keeps her asleep.

Even though we aren't related by blood, she's my grandmother too. As far back as I can remember...there was Granny and there was Marilyn. I don't know exactly when they met but it was a lifetime ago. She was a proud Baylor supporter, a strong christian and an all around wonderful woman. She has always been sharp as a tack and the most loveable person. And more importantly to me, she was the person we relied on to look after Granny when Pawpaw died....and she did. Marilyn's kids all went to tell Granny the news in person because we're basically one big family intertwined. I was in awe of such a selfless act on their part.

I'm on antibiotics and can't go out there to be with her and it's really doing a number on me. But when you think about it, these precious few moments that she has left are not for me....they're for her kids. Thats how you know someone was truly loved and touched a special place in everyone's heart.....because selfishly, I'm upset that I don't get to see her too.

I remember when they used to play bridge at the club, when "the grannies" would take girls weekends to Lake Austin, Horseshoe Bay or skiing in Colorado. I remember when our families spent summers at Possum Kingdom lake where we played spoons with her grandkids, watched Jaws, washed our hair with Vo5 and took showers in the lake, went skiing with bananas (before they had life jackets) rode water weenies, went to the trading post to buy candy cigarettes. The memories go on and on.

So while we know the inevitable is coming, I think we're all glad that we've had the incredible time with her that we've had. My parents went there yesterday to visit her and to visit my Granny. She said that the best way they knew to be with Granny was to talk about Marilyn. To talk about the memories they made and the friendship they shared. My only wish is that she be in peace and that we're given an opportunity to truly celebrate her life, the impact she made, and the legacy of love, family and faith that she leaves behind.

Thanksgiving shouldn't be one day a year...

I was inspired by my friend Maria, the bride from the NY wedding we attended last weekend. She is now the wife of my very good friend Parker (aka Hyun, Park, Asian Sensation, etc). I knew I liked her from the first day I met her...something about her cheerful outlook and not just her smile, but the smile she put on Parker's face...I knew it would work. Anyway, I digress.

At their rehearsal dinner, they had us all go around the room and introduce ourselves. We were to say our name, where we were from, how we knew the happy couple and then say something we were thankful for that was non-wedding related.

I love that!

I love that on this weekend that is entirely about them, their love, their future together...they wanted to hear about us and what makes us happy. Talk about being selfless!!

I think we should make Thanksgiving a more frequent occurence. Not the big turkey festivity where we stuff ourselves until we have to unbutton the top button (my tush couldn't handle that) but the part where we remind ourselves of what is good.

For me, I'm thankful for:

-my faith
-my family
-my ryan
-my friends
-my job that i love
-a roof over my head that my ryan provides
-moses, gracie and cooper
-my little garden thats growing
-my ability to look for the positive
-my passion for the future

So...what are you thankful for? You don't have to comment here (although I'd love that) but ask yourself what you're thankful for and ask others around you. You'll be amazed at how it will cheer you up and make your day.

Miss MC's Neighborhood

Did you ever used to watch Mr. Rogers?? You're secretly singing the 'Be My Neighbor' song, aren't you? Yeah, me too.

Well, moving into our neighborhood made me remember this show for some wierd reason. So, I re-watched a clip of the show and I've always remembered that he came in, put his stuff down, took off his suit jacket, put on a sweater (which he often had trouble zipping), changed from dress shoes (and tossed one from right hand to left..i always drop it when i try that) and put on tennis shoes.

This got me thinking...why would you take off the extra clothing and put on something else?? Who do you know that does this? I'd take off the jacket, tie, shoes etc and put on something actually comfortable! This got me thinking...what else is wrong about this picture?

1. The trolley was my favorite character but when i watched the clip, he comes out to the scariest freaking music!!
2. Henrietta the cat...who says meow every other word....well meow I know why that scene in Super Troopers is SO funny!
3. The king lives next to the train track? really? they couldn't afford a better piece of land.
4. Henrietta the cat and the bird are best friends?
5. Lady Elaine Fairchild looks like the Clown on IT!

So as a child, we were brainwashed to believe that the ideal neighborhood was Mister Roger's Neighborhood...but in reality, they're just a bunch of freaks!!I decided that Mister Roger's Neighborhood ain't got nothin' on mine! So, instead, here's a new way to remember this show..



Parents...Protect your kids!
(Oh, and a shameless plug for my BFF...if you're a new parent or a parent-to-be, check out this Eco Friendly Baby bag that she designed for Wee Generation...good stuff!!)

Mrs. Hughes

A little something to make you laugh this Friday...

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If you were to ask me what I remember most about my trip to NY...Ryan and I would both tell you that it was freaking hot!!!

Seriously, NY had a heat wave while we were there...hottest temps this time in June since the 30s! I would sweat in places that I didn't know had glands. We actually looked forward to our subway rides because the trains are air conditioned unlike most cabs.

I won't give you a rundown of our trip as it'll be boring for you but here is our list of things we learned:

1) You can go up to the top of the empire state bldg until 2am and it's much cooler at night!
2) Grey's Papaya is supposedly the best hot dog in NY but there aren't any in manhattan!
3) FAO Schwartz doesnt have the robot elevator or clock tower anymore...boring!
4) Tavern on the Green is something you should experience.
5) Check to see if your hotel has a pool, especially if you're going in the summer.
6) Go to a drag show.
7) Use your map, even if you look like a tourist.
8) Learn the direction of the subway train you need, not just the number/color
9) Go to a taped show...we saw David Letterman...lots of fun!
10) The world trade center is a must see...no official monument/memorial there yet but it doesn't need one...you'll remember it like it just happened.

We definitely had a good time but were ready to be home...we missed it!

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Sorry for the delay in additional blogs, I was without internet the rest of the week....so, without further delay:

Disclaimer: If I have attended your wedding ever, please do not be offended as I guarantee that I spoke these same words shortly after your special day.

The wedding we attended on Saturday was one of the most incredible weddings that I've ever attended. We started off the morning driving to and from a vineyard for a bit of wine tasting (yum!) and if I learned one thing this weekend, it's that everyone who travels in their car should have a Garmin...that thing rocks! I digress..

We barely made the wedding shuttle to the semi-formal affair at a winery on a hillside overlooking the river. The wedding was at 5pm and it was EXTREMELY HOT. Poor guys in their coat and tie. After the wedding, we went down to the cocktail hour...I won't go into detail but roasted pig, enourmous canoe of seafood(shrimp, clams and oysters), open bar and an acoustic guitar.

The wedding was a 5 course seated dinner under a draped tent with chandeliers. The coolest thing is that everyone started dancing right after the first course!! We had SUCH a good time and after they ran through the tunnel of sparklers, we all met back at the hotel where we proceeded to stay up until 5am!!! There was drama, yes, but thankfully I was the sane one trying to resolve the issues others were having...not involved with them myself, haha.

Sunday we drove the incredible Taconic Parkway...seriously gorgeous drive but hung over me was not a huge fan of all of the turns, etc.

Sunday afternoon we met my cuz back at the precinct, took a cab to the hotel and took a nap. We hit Times Square, UN, Chrysler Bldg, some random hole in the wall Chinese place and McDonalds that night.

Things we learned.

1) There is always traffic going to the airport, it doesn't matter what time it is.
2) The toll roads in NY aren't toll roads. They're toll bridges..and they are crazy expensive. 5 BUCKS!?! Are you kidding me?

until next time...
MC

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So we made it to NY. After an hour delay (thanks American) my cousin picked us up and we proceeded to the 110th Precinct. Here he so easily handed me his keys and expected me to jump in and grab the wheel. *I'm sorry, does he forget that we're in NEW YORK???* At this point I begin to sweat.

My friend Kim meets us at the precinct and being an L.A. gal she immediately doubts my driving abilities. My cousin was kind enough to give us a police escort to the highway. This was not an easy process.....because, you see...there is no room to drive on the street....ANYWHERE!!! This means that you often times drive on the wrong side of the road, pass cars and busses where there is no passing lanes and run red lights. I knew I was not meeting his expectations when he would throw his squad car in reverse, turn on his lights and back up to where I was stuck to then force the other cars out of the way with his NYPD power.

We finally make it to the interstate and I learn two important lessons.

1) In order to survive you must have a Garmin, you must drive fast and you must have no fear.
2) Drivers in New York do not use friendly signals.

When driving in Texas and someone lets you in their lane, yields to you or scoots over when you try to pass them, you are expected to give the thank you wave. I did this today in New York and received the F You bird in response. Apparently they didnt get it that I was thanking them and assumed that my wave was accompanied by "nannie nannie boo boo"

We made it to Poughkeepsie after a stop at Friendly's (a local treat) and quickly learned that this is not any ordinary wedding weekend. These kids can party. Im in the lobby right now with the group and taking a 10 minute breather from drinking. Tomorrow after the shuttle brings us back from the reception, they are also bringing all of the leftover alcohol back here to the lobby and expect us to stay in the lobby until it's gone. (7 bottles of Patron, ridiculously large open bar AND we're touring wineries tomorrow before the wedding.)

If you can find me tomorrow, please bring advil, diet coke and water, thanks!

Stay tuned for more good times in the big apple!

Working case of senioritis

Notice how high school kids and all kids in general get really antsy toward the end of spring? And how high school seniors could care less about anything not txt worthy? Welcome to my life today.

I'm taking my first vacation in three years and I leave exactly a week from today. And I could care less about anything and everything not related to NY.

I think I'm even on vacation mode when it comes to eating because I had no problem scarfing down a piece of pizza or two and slice of cookie cake at my office pizza par-tay today. WTF? I always do that on vacation. Like somehow since I'm in another state, there are no calories.

My life right now consists of two categories...before new york and during new york. If you're trying to talk to me about anything else, you might as well wait until June 12th...when i have the post NY blues and will stare at you as you ramble on at me.

Needless to say, I'm so excited that I might pee a little if I think about it too much.

And then we have Ryan. Ryan hates taking time off of work. He's only called in sick for two half days in the three years we've been dating. He only takes a day off or leaves an hour early on the Fridays that I force him to or threaten his life. And New York is not his destination of choice (even though he has never been)

I can't possibly fathom how any person wouldn't be excited about this trip! All he wants to do is get on Cash Cab. While I would also like this opportunity, I'll be the first to admit that I'm terrible at trivia. The only way we'd win is if my mom and my BFF were along with us. (Look Meg Nasty, I'm linking!)

So if anyone has suggestions on a way to get my dear live-in boyfriend excited, please, don't hesitate!

If not, tell me your favorite thing about New York!! 6 days and counting!!

Sick Freak

I was home sick yesterday and I was quickly reminded that daytime television absolutely blows. Seriously. TLC doesn't even show "A Wedding Story" anymore, TNT doesn't show "Dawson's Creek" and Verizon was not offering a free trial for any of the movie channels. So I was forced to watch Martha Stewart and The Price Is Right until I remembered that I own dvds. It was down to The Holiday and The Family Stone. I chose the latter.

Toward the end when Ben takes Meredith to get drunk at the bar, he says one of my favorite lines, "You have a freak flag, Meredith...you just don't fly it."

This got me thinking...

One of my favorite social events that I'd attend as a single gal in Dallas was the stop light party. If you aren't familiar, it's a party where everyone is invited regardless of status. And even better, you're officially labeled. Those who are in a relationship wear red nametags or wristbands, those who are single wear green and those who have issues or would answer "it's complicated" wear yellow. Everyone wins at this party...the girlfriends can monitor any green hooch, I mean tag, that comes near their man, the single guys know which girls are single (even though they often go after red tags as it poses more of a challenge) and the yellow tags are the easiest ones to strike up a conversation with because you simply ask, "so whats wrong with you?"

People don't have enough of these parties. They rank right up there with the rubix cube parties and holiday sweater parties. If you're having one, you should invite me...I'm loads of fun (I'm just sayin')

Anyway, I digress. The point is that I think we should use this methodology in everyday life. Instead of having MD, MBA, PhD on your business card, I think we should also follow it with any "D" that applies to you. And when I say "D" I just mean disorder. You can write it out like obsessive nagging disorder, tends to overreact disorder or the more commonly known: ADD, ADHD, OCD, BPD, and so on. Because really, if you're worried you'll get dumped when they figure out what kind of "D" you are, wouldn't you rather save yourself some time?

So I say, fly that freak flag! Put it out there for the world and own it.

Sincerely,

MC, AE, OCD and OPD (obsessive planning disorder)

Next Post

Have you ever been so bored that you think you might have actually found the end of the internet?

Fear not! I've found yet another way to waste your time that might be enjoyable...the Next Post feature on blogspot.

If you're ever on a fantastic blog such as the one you're reading now, there is a link at the top of the page that says "Next Blog" This feature always provides new blog neighbors which is great, you'll never hit the same "next" blog twice!

I found some really interesting blogs (and some scary ones) when I visited the blogs "next" to mine.

It is an interesting way to pass the time and sometimes I feel like I'm a peeping tom but hey, I welcome the visits to my humble little blog so I'm thinking they will too.

Happy Nexting!

TICK-led Pink

Insert theme song from the movie Deliverance.

So we went camping with one of our favorite couples this weekend in Ar-Kansas.

It was an incredible trip where we were on the search for diamonds....and BIG ones at that. We went to Crater of Diamond State Park, the only diamond mine in North America where you can mine or pan for diamonds and finders keepers!! I was determined to find one.

As our Tom-Tom did us wrong and we literally had a 20 minute section of our drive where we turned from dirt road to dirt road, we were a little worried but impressed by the scenery. We arrived, set up camp and headed to town for dinner. Simple Simons pizza, salad and one calzone for 4 people=$40!!! sheesh!

That night we searched for firewood as we'd gotten to the state park too late to buy wood. Little did we know that taking wood from a state park is illegal...so don't tell anyone, k?

The next day, after about an hour and a half of searching for diamonds, we gave up. Yes, we're quitters. But to our defense, the two couples with campsites next to us had been to this state park 7 times and were there for 2 weeks straight this time and they had never found a diamond.

After our hunting, we walked down to the river and when we got back to our site we showered for dinner. In the shower I noticed a tiny leaf on my stomach. I tried to brush it off. Stuck. I tried to flick it off. Still stuck. So then I try to grab it with my wet soapy hands and pull it off. Um...Houston, we have a problem.

Yes kids, it was a tick. A huge black disgusting tick with a white dot on it's back. Notice it was tiny when I thought it was just a leaf. And what makes it worse is that its legs are still moving. Gag.

Now at this point, I've just started my shower, haven't even put shampoo in my hair yet. Cause, you see, showering at a campsite isn't a fast process. You have to carry everything to the bathroom and make sure that your underwear are hidden nicely inside the clean t-shirt and that you are carrying 2 pairs of shoes and wearing one. You enter the public bathroom and find the shower stall that is most suitable. Stay clear of the handicap accessible one with the seat in it..yuck. Find the one that is the least wet and sometimes, if you're lucky, there is a little bench to rest your items on. You de-clothe being careful to never let your bare foot touch the shower floor, only your shower flip flops and always have one eye on the shower curtain. We all know that it's reason for living is to suction cup itself to your bare ass. I had only barely stepped foot into the shower and was proceeding with my initial rinse when I found the tick.

I still had to shampoo/conditioner in one and rinse (lets be honest, you might as well be washing your hair with rubbing alcohol its so dry) and soap and rinse. I did a detour around leg shaving because hello...nasty lime disease (is that how you spell it?) carrying insect STUCK INSIDE OF ME!!

I dry off and ponder whether or not I should dry that area and begin the daunting task of putting on a pair of jeans after I've dried off with a ridiculously thin towel and am still damp, all while standing on top of your shower flip flops and not letting the bottom of your jeans touch the floor while putting them on.

I left the showers feeling more dirty and gross than when I entered as I had an insect STUCK INSIDE OF ME!!!

Ryan bravely burned me with the match twice, getting the tick on the third try and then yanked the little f-er out of my belly. At this point, since I was at risk for limes disease (i like this spelling) I thought, "what goes with limes?"....it was time for a margarita. (See post on the best margarita recipe ever)

We ended the evening around the campfire with hot dogs and smores and a lot of fun. I think it's still going to take me a few days to catch up on my sleep and determine if I am diseased or not. Wish me well people.

Unexpected Inspiration

This weekend I had the unique opportunity to reconnect with an old friend of mine. He has always been close to my family but given that he's a few years older, he was never really that close with me. The visit left me in shock, awe and amazement.

This man was an unexpected inspiration to me.

He has had a colored past and has enough material for one heck of a book. He has had his ups and downs, made more mistakes than he wishes he had and he has had to start over on more than one occasion. Previously, when I thought about him, I thought about the pattern he had created for himself and the future I wondered if he'd get.

And now, having spent an afternoon with him....I'm completely impressed and almost jealous.

Because, you see....I don't know a single person who hasn't made a mistake. The difference between this friend and everyone else is that he made mistakes, he was caught making them and he paid the price for it. This happened several times. And instead of looking at his life as what it had been or what it could be, he looks at his life as what it is going to be now. He spoke to us with honesty about his experiences, expectations about his future and acceptance of his past.

How many people do you know exhibit that type of accountability? He sat there and talked with us and completely owned every mistake and accomplishment as if they were just another chapter of his life. He didn't make excuses or promises and definitely looked at the world differently than I did. I can only say that I wish I could be that free.

I applaud him, no, I salute him for his openness, his outlook and his attitude. It was inspriational and pure.

I can only hope that one day, we all can reach his level of clarity. Here is this man that has the world ahead of him. Where some people would consider themselves in the middle of their life, he has the unique opportunity to write his own story...for himself and for those around him. I can't wait to see how it turns out.

Rut Roh

Rut Roh
Ever get stuck in the same mindset? That seems to be my mentality this week. Maybe it's because I'm really looking forward to the weekend and so the monotony of the work week is getting to me, or maybe because it's raining. (Or maybe it's because our neighbor fell thru our ceiling this weekend and we've had a mess to clean up ever since.)

Regardless, I'm stuck in a rut..going on day 3, and I can't seem to get out of it.

But one thing I've noticed over my long 28 years...If you look forward to the future so much, it makes it harder to enjoy the present and for me, my rut is not enjoying today.

This is something I have always struggled with being the planner that I am. When I was in college, my roommate asked me if I wanted to be married or engaged by the time I graduate and I remember telling her, "No...I don't plan like that, I'm pretty laid back. I don't want to be married or engaged, I just want to know WHO I'm going to marry by the time I graduate."

WOW

What an idiot I was.

I was in a sorority in college and that didn't help things. We had these incredible ceremonies, Candle passes, where you would pass the drop or the engagement ring of the girl who got dropped or engaged. (By the way, getting dropped is when a fraternity boy gives you his greek letter charm on a necklace. It the equivalent of a promise ring) The lights would be out, you'd stand in a circle, pass the candle with the ring or drop tied by a ribbon and the girl who's ring or drop it was would blow out the candle. The diamond would sparkle in the candle light and we'd all be jealous as hell and hope it wasn't that beeotch who got engaged. Everyone would shreik with excitement and congratulate the gal.

SERIOUSLY!?!?! What are we doing to ourselves. These girls are probably not even 21 years old and getting engaged before they graduate and have their first job!! And we're encouraging this?? Do we later have the candle pass where you tie the divorce papers to the candle and the lucky ex-wife blows out the candle?

I too have been guilty of asking the high school student or college student what they want to do with their life. How are they supposed to know? How many people do you know that are actually using their degree?? My brother has a history degree and he works in Advertising. This is the case with most people I know. We train our youth to set goals and achieve them but we're training them to think SO far in advance. I think very few people actually know what they want to do with their life when they pick their college major or even their college of choice. I didn't know what I wanted to do...heck, I still don't. But I'm learning things that I don't want to do and other things that I enjoy doing. I think it's a process, not a plan.

I remember the scene from "Never Been Kissed" where Drew Barrymore is a reporter who has gone undercover as a high school student. Her gym coach tells her "if you don't pass gym, you'll never get into college" and she tells her coach, "you guys are still telling that lie?"

I guess my point is that everyone has expectations and hopes for the future. And I believe that when someone asks you about your future, they genuinely hope that you're happy and that exciting things are happening in your life. But so many of us put so much emphasis on hopes, expectations, goals and measuring life from major event to major event, that we miss the greatness of today.

Take time to stop and smell the roses. If you can't find any, come to my house, Memaw would be proud...mine have two pink blooms at the top...I think that's a good sign.

The best inheritance has no monetary value.

I consider myself fairly unique. I've said before that I don't have a style, I have an opinion.

Ask any of my friends, there's not a room in our house that looks like it came out of a department store or any other furniture store that sells you a "set" of furniture.

I don't believe that a real home can be purchased from a store. A real home is developed by incorporating memories and adding to it as you go. It's a process and if it can all be delivered on a truck from the same place, thats unacceptable. (unless you're moving from one home to the next)

One thing that I love about our home is that it's filled with history and hand-me-downs. Ryan complains that every time I see my Mom, I gain a piece of furniture....but I love that. I love it that when people ask me where I got something, my answer often times has a story behind it.

Like the woven sign in our guest bathroom that came from Ryan's grandparents (that I didn't realize was actually made to go in a bathroom when I hung it by our front door), or the grandfather clock in the living room that hung his grandparent's mantle, the elephant that was my pawpaws, the iron bed I grew up with as a kid that was actually from my great granparents home or the sofa handed down from my brother.

I was blessed to inherit my grandparents dining room table from my Dad's mom. It's a big piece of furniture that you can see from the front door and gets so many compliments. (My granny has an awesome style and it's such a cool table.)

But one of my favorite things that I've inherited is something few people ever see. It sits in our kitchen on the container of flour and makes me smile every day. It's a thought for the day book that was my Memaw's and she had it in her kitchen. It has a thought for the day and every few days or so I come across a hand written note on it....birthdays, anniversaries, the day the payment for the chrysler or motorhome was due.

Somehow, by reading these notes each day, I feel like I honor her memory a little bit more and am that much closer to her. And by re-enacting this process that she did in her kitchen, I can only hope that it helps me to one day become the woman that she was.

I'll leave you with one of the thoughts from this week that is really awesome. "The most worried people you know are troubled about small things that don't exist or really matter. The least worried are those who face a few big ones and take them by the horns. -Norman Shiddle"

Register This....

I'm at the age of transition. Friends have pretty much stopped graduating and are now transitioning into promotions, first houses, engagements, marriages and children.

And then there's me.

Now don't get me wrong, I love my life. But I can't help but feel like it doesn't measure up to others standards because I seem to be standing still in a world of movement. It seems that my summer months are measured by the events of celebration for my friends. I relate my plans for the month with what wedding, shower, housewarming or other party I'm attending.

While I love celebrating anyone and everyone, I will be the first to admit that I'm getting a little tired of the questions/statements:

"when is it going to be your turn?" (seriously, do you think i have the answer to that?)
"you're next!" (F-off)
"are you jealous?" (now this one might produce a slap if stated again"

and my favorite, stated to me this past September:

"you know, honey, if you don't know where it's going after two years, it's not going anywhere" (if she didn't look exactly like the 2 pigs fighting in a blanket reference from Steel Magnolias, the cops would've been called)

I know that these questions aren't intended to upset my stomach or cause me to grit my teeth and escape as quickly as possible but regardless, these are moments of pure stupidity.

The way I see it, every boss, homeowner, fiance, spouse or parent has, at one time in their life, been in my shoes. Why then, do they forget the way they felt in my shoes and throw away any regard for others feelings?

British novelists refer us as "singletons" and Carrie Bradshaw illustrated the miles that separate the single from the married. There are books, columns, movies, etc explaining how stupid you look when you become the person who asks the above questions.

This past weekend, while at yet another wedding, I was once again asked, "So, do you think you guys will get married soon?" The non-sober me responded without skipping a beat and said, "Nah, I don't care about getting married. I'm just hoping he'll knock me up soon. IN MY BELLY BABY, GET IN MY BELLY."

um...yeah. Not exactly the proudest moment in my life and it was definitely encouraged by the six adult beverages that I'd consumed. But I have to say...the look on their faces of confusion, shock, amusement and pity....well, it was priceless. And I think I'll use it as my token response when provoked (minus the "in my belly" part).

Understand this people, just because I do not have an open registry at Bed, Bath and Beyond or other such stores, I am not less of a person, less accomplished or less happy in my life. BELIEVE ME...If I have news to report, I will be sure that you know about it.

So when you feel the urge to ask me those 'when are you transitioning' questions....why dont you instead try asing me about my dog, my cat, my cooking, my gardening, Texas Longhorns, the weather, my job, my friends, my family, or any of the other great aspects of my life.

Thanks.

"Cooler Than" Mike the LSU Tiger

On our recent trip to the Bayou state, we had the opportunity to visit a rival campus, Louisiana State University.

I'll admit that I've been annoyed with LSU lately, it just pisses me off that they've been successful in sports.

But all grudges aside, it was a beautiful campus complete with history, lakes, mossy trees and my favorite...Mike.

When we checked into our hotel, I told the front desk lady that we wanted to go see the tiger and she responded "Oh! Mike!" As if Mike is a celebrity!

Mike is pretty darned cool. And the coolest thing? Mike has balls. No, not that kind...the kind that cats play with and chase. These were huge balls (stop it) and even though Mike was asleep in the corner, on his back with his feet in the air and paws curled...I could picture him chasing the balls and running around. It made me want to grow an acre full of catnip just for him.

I'll never waiver from my love for Bevo, but Mike....well he's just a cool cat.

A child of the 80s.

I was born in the 80s, 1980 to be exact, and I've considered myself an 80s kid. The 80s were the beginning of my life and will always be my starting point. I always thought that 80s either referred to a decade of my beginning or an age of the elderly.

Today, I read something that made me appreciate a completely different 80s. And instead of being a time in life when one is aging and nearing the end, I learned today that it can also be a new beginning.

This is from www.dallasnews.com and I hope it makes you smile too.

Vickie McKillip of Carrollton: The Ancient Marriager
12:00 AM CDT on Sunday, April 27, 2008

This wedding certainly broke a lot of time-honored traditions. Nobody wrote on the getaway car. No hopeful bridesmaid caught the bouquet. There was definitely no dancing. But the bride did wear white. And gray. And her dress was pretty, too.

Two families became inextricably joined on April 19 when my father-in-law, Jim McKillip, married Elvera Long and began a new chapter in his life. At age 82.

Whirlwind romance is not a phrase usually associated with an octogenarian, but that fact doesn't seem to bother Jim. Although their first conversation consisted of emphatic declarations about their intentions to remain single, it quickly became apparent that God had other plans for the two of them. Plans even they had a hard time believing.

They met in a grief recovery program at their church; each had been in decades-long marriages that ended when debilitating illnesses took the lives of their spouses. Before long, much to their surprise, they began a short, but intense, courtship that culminated in a ring and a wedding date. When they asked their young preacher to perform the ceremony (his first), he posed the question all ministers should ask engaged couples: What about marriage counseling? Smiling broadly, they agreed that they would provide any counseling he might need based on lessons learned from their combined 120 years of marital history.

I can't deny that eyebrows were raised when Jim first mentioned his new girlfriend. And jaws dropped when he announced that their feelings were at a "simmer, on the way to a full boil." But then we met this very soft-spoken, dignified grandmother, a true Southern beauty, and our doubts faded. Soon, we stopped dwelling on the strangeness of it all and began focusing on all the weird but wonderful twists life was throwing our way.

Advances in geriatric health care in recent years have resulted in longer, healthier lives for older Americans. And in increasing numbers, they are electing not to lead those lives alone. Marriage in the golden years is becoming more and more common, particularly among those who, like Jim and Elvera, have previously been in long, happy marriages that they would like to replicate.

There have been a few surreal moments along the way. They didn't want a civil ceremony in front of a justice of the peace, so a small wedding that would accommodate the extended family members – all 100 of them – had to be planned and executed.

It dawned cloudless and hot, but breezy. Kids, grandkids, nieces, nephews and cousins scurried around in varying degrees of hurried distress, determined to honor the unlikely but happy couple. Jim and Elvera, though, remained completely unflappable, holding hands and sipping coffee among the dozens of daisies, hundreds of lemons and limes (for centerpieces), and gauzy gold material that refused to stay attractively arranged on the reception tables. At 5 p.m., all eyes were on the bride as she walked slowly down the backyard steps and into her new life as a McKillip. At age 78.

But again, throwing tradition aside, there were very few tears shed: Seeing that love and commitment are alive and well, even when knees are creaky or the eyesight is going, is an unimaginably joyful event for those who witness it.

Current societal trends indicate that the divorce rate continues to hover between 40 and 50 percent, a figure that can turn even the most determined romantics into cynical doubters. But then there are the Jims and the Elveras among us, who not only loved their first spouses long and well, but love the idea of marriage so much that they are willing and eager to commit to the ancient institution again. What an honor it was to be a part of such a glorious, unlikely event. And how fervently we hope for many more years of happiness for both of them.

Vickie McKillip of Carrollton is an administrative assistant at her church and a Community Voices volunteer columnist. Her e-mail address is rvmckillip@verizon.net.

BaTON Rouge

So we ventured to the great state of Louisiana this weekend for a friends wedding. We ended up having a great weekend but our Day 1 was....um...how should i say...frightening? We got a little lost in Alexandria, LA and the only thing I can say to describe it is that it reminded us a lot of this:

planes, trains and automobiles

okay, i'm not too proud to admit that when i typed the title for this blog, i typed "plains, trains and automobiles" shows you how long it's been since i've taken a vacation.

Fasten your seat belts people! I'm headed to the big apple!

We booked our flight last night and began the unbearable task of deciding which rewards points whores we wanted to be. (sorry mom)

Being a local, I don't get out much. With the exception of the trip to Austin, Waco or anywhere else that I can feasibly drive without going insane; I haven't traveled in ages! I'm so excited to go on a vacation but seriously, how do you decide hotels?
Marriot reward, Hilton Honors, Hyatt Rewards, Starwood Hotel points and thats just hotels!!! I haven't even thought about frequent flyer miles because I fly so infrequently that they end up expiring before I can use them. And you can get bonus points thru airline, dinner, hotel, rental car, shopping, credit cards and selling your first born.

So here's what I'm offering you people. Let me know what ya got...points, miles, credits, babies....whatever you want to trade. I need some free travel and I need it quick!

Reality Me

If you ask Ryan, one of the things that annoys him the most about me is that I absolutely love reality tv. Seriously. There are a few that I'm not on the wagon for (Survivor, Amazing Race, ANTM) but I have watched at least a season of those.

He loves to tell the story of the night I was watching Big Brother and when it was over I asked him what he wanted to watch. To which he said "I don't care, anything but reality tv." Without thinking about it, I selected the Real World on MTV. He had an outburst of part laughter/part fear when he realized what an idiot I can be as it didn't even occur to me that it wasn't reality tv. I don't view it as reality tv, I view it as GREAT tv!

I've noticed that I have so many friends who are also facing this addiction. There are no support groups (with the exception of Lincee's recaps *see link on the side*), there are no patches, no 12 step programs to help you weane yourself off of reality tv. And I fear that this addiction will grow or at least maintain this level until the networks pull them all together.

I fear and anticipate that day. It's a love-hate thing.

I was driving back from lunch today pondering this subject. I often do this when I'm indulging in a bubble tea because I feel that they are oh-so-stimulating. I digress.

I've decided that those of us who adore reality tv are, in fact, bored with the day to day. There are very few opportunities to scream "no way" "omg" "no she di-int" and other sighs, gasps, etc. I'm not a fan of the horror movie, my friends and I are at the age where dramatic episodes in our lives is fewer and farther between. (Although we did have the cops called on us at the golf course this weekend but thats another story).

So on the whole, my life is pretty normal. And the more normal I've become (yes, i'm aware that my self proclaimed normalcy is debatable) the more I seek out the abnormal. I love to shriek with laughter, gasp is horror, and hide my face behind my pillow because it's so akward or uncomfortable. I don't want it in my day to day life but I do want it as part of my evening entertainment.

So, until I get married, have kids and have real life "a-ha" or "no way" moments of my own, I will continue to bask in the beauty of the somewhat real life moments on tv.

And for the record. I think Shayne "monkey" will win The Bachelor, Ryan will win Big Brother, I didn't want Ali to win Biggest Loser but I knew she would, Paradise Hotel 2 has gotten lame, I can't wait to see Ste-ven come back to The Hills and I would a subscriber fee to watch another season of Temptation Island!

dwarf in the bathroom

Remember the scene in Snow White when the dwarfs are whistling while using a pick axe and singing "whistle while you work, dee da do da do da dee?"

Well that scene is replayed on a daily basis in the men's restroom at my office. How do I know this? No, I have not wandered in the wrong gender's potty, I have learned of this occurence because either the walls are too thin or the whistling is too loud.

This is extremely amusing and odd at the same time.

I tend to think that people whistle when they are enjoying themselves. Do I need to go there? What are you doing in the public mens room that is enjoyable?

It will be a goal of mine to learn the identity of the mysterious 8th dwarf in my office. Maybe its talky, angry, wierdy, smelly, annoyee, lazy or loudy? Only time will tell....

Until then, try whistling in the potty...see what kind of reactions you get.

New Phobia

I was looking through a list of phobias for the title of this blog and determined that there is no phobia listed for the fear of salespeople. There were some pretty funny ones that I thought you would enjoy:

Allodoxaphobia- Fear of opinions.
Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.
Bolshephobia- Fear of Bolsheviks.
Coprastasophobia- Fear of constipation.
Levophobia- Fear of things to the left side of the body.
Medorthophobia- Fear of an erect penis.
Novercaphobia- Fear of your step-mother.
Oenophobia- Fear of wines. (that is just wrong)
Papaphobia- Fear of the Pope.
Proctophobia- Fear of rectums.
Venustraphobia- Fear of beautiful women.
Walloonphobia- Fear of the Walloons. (what?)


So I've created a new one: Soldophobia

I recently volunteered with my company to spend my Saturday working for charity. We were giving tours of these incredible playhouses (some 2 story) that were being raffled off for charity (to build a hospital for children without insurance). The raffle tickets were $3 each.

So, we sat at our table and watched as these children ran up, wide eyed, and so excited to see these playhouses of their dreams. Most of the parents followed, let them look in the houses and the majority purchased at least a single raffle ticket.

But then there are the crazies.

These are the parents that either A) chased their children, grabbed their arms and quickly snatched them up as if they were about to run into a burning building B) covered their children's eyes or diverted their attention so that they didn't see the playhouses C) Completely ignored me when I said "hey do you guys want to come check out these cool playhouses? It's free! We just want you to vote on which is your favorite!" D) Looked at me like I had a third arm coming out of my forehead and was obviously the dumbest person on the planet for even thinking that I had the right to invade their ears with the idea that they would stoop low enough to participate in my little scheme.

Who are these people? I'll tell you who they are. These are the same people that keep their porch light off on Halloween and pretend they aren't home when a trick-or-treater rings their doorbell. (We know you're home, dude, we can hear your t.v.) They are the same people who ignore and glare at the adorable wonderful girls who sit outside of walmart chanting "would you like to buy some girl scout cookies?" (SHAME ON YOU PEOPLE...girl scout cookies are heavenly) They are the same people who shrug off the perfume tester lady and the sweet salesperson who just want to help and who drive by the lemonade stand without stopping to spend 25 cents on the most tart or watered down lemonade ever but making a 4 year old's day.

As one of my former advisors and a good friend, Kim Bradley, once told me "People don't like to be sold, they like to buy"

I believe this to be oh-so-true but in the same sense, people always assume that you are trying to sell them something. I don't understand the fear of salespeople as I am a salesperson myself. The reason I don't understand this is because unless you are a single, unemployed, person who has never been a babysitter, employee or on a date....you are a salesperson. If you've gone on a job interview, a date or tried to convince some child that the toy they desperately want you to buy them is actually not cool at all...you are a salesperson.

Here is my challenge to you. Next time you encounter a solicitor, salesperson or anyone wanting you to do something that you hadn't planned on doing, here them out. You don't have to agree, you don't have to do it...but you can give them a chance, give them a smile and give them the respect of 20 seconds of your time. And you better stop and give that kid a dollar, even if you don't want the lemonade!

holy guacamole...this is one good margarita!

so...summertime is rapidly approaching even though it was 36 degrees on Sunday night.

I've hired a personal trainer and am trying to lose some weight. So far it's slow. Mainly because I keep getting distracted by friends' celebrations and the sweets, carbs and booze that go along with those.

Regardless, our friends Celeste and Vinny had us over last night and introduced us to my favorite new thing about summertime this year....new margarita recipes. I hate margaritas that are so tart you can only have one...whats fun about that? This one was so great, I could've consumed the whole pitcher (thought it best to refrain since it was a Tuesday night)

It sounds wierd, i know...but trust me...they are AWESOME!

Knock You Naked Margaritas

Here's what you need:

12 oz Frozen Limeade Concentrate (available at any grocery store)

12 oz Sprite or carbonated lemon-lime drink of your choice

12 oz Corona

12 oz Tequila

So, a frozen limeade, a can of sprite, a bottle of corona, and tequila (use the empty limeade can to measure out your tequila). Mix it up, break out the margarita salt, and enjoy!

interesting...

I had someone try to teach me this week about being a leader. I had some thoughts of my own but I think these illustrate that point better than my own words. Interpret as you will.

"Mature leaders manage themselves before they attempt to lead others"

"A few daily disciplines: Choosing the difficult right over the easy wrong. Self-understanding. Emotional intelligence. These are the inherent attributes found in the core of the leaders' character."

"The fact that mature leaders should manage themselves before they attempt to lead their people is summarized well by Tony Blair: 'I do not seek unpopularity as a badge of honour, but sometimes it is the price of leadership and the cost of conviction.'"

"Wisely they then surround themselves with people that can compliment both their strengths and weaknesses."

"Mature leaders don't push - they motivate; they don't control - they coach and evoke commitment; they don't dictate - they inspire; they don't prescribe - they stimulate creativity and empowerment."

and my favorite....

"If I say that I'm a leader and no one is following me, I'm not a leader, I'm merely out for a walk!"

Because you can't go looking for followers. I'm sure thats easier than finding the leaders but you're only as good as those you surround yourself with. If you're looking for mediocre, than you're only the best of the worst. Good luck with that.

Horrible and Genius at the same time...

Courtesy of my co-worker, Patrick.

Seriously, try watching this without feeling terrible for this gal. SO funny though.

New Growth

When we moved into our house, there are certain things that we each inherited. (Let the record show that it's actually Ryan's house, he just lets me live there and earn my keep, therefore giving me the right to claim part of it as my own.)

We have done the majority of the work on the house together....not always in perfect harmony but we make a pretty good team. We stripped wallpaper, painted inside and out, bought appliances, replaced fixtures, replaced electrical outlets, replaced switches, tore off the fireplace cover and painted the interior, planted flowerbeds and most recently...replaced ceiling fans.

Although we work together, Ryan is the master at anything electrical and I'm the master of the yard. Ryan can replace just about anything electrical in the house, its pretty dang cool, and I can mow, weed eat, edge, plant and my newest skill...grow!

There are 2 stories from this past weekend:

1) we replaced a cheap chrome looking fan with a simple white one in the office. I hated that fan. It was quick, easy and a good sign of things to come....or so we thought. Next we replaced the brown fan in the living room. Everything was going smoothly until he tried to remove it and realized it was really freakin heavy. I had to help him get it down and it turns out we have a 60lb brown cast iron ceiling fan in our house!! There was no hole with a mounting bracket, just a large hook. So after 2 trips to the hardware store and 6 hours in the attic, Ryan managed to remove the support beam with the hook, install an electrical box and mounting bracket and replace our cast iron fan (worth over $100 used) with our $30 home depot white fan, haha!

2) I inherited a mini garden growing bell peppers when we moved in. Red, Yellow and Green although I seldom got a yellow one to grow completely because the bugs like the sweeter ones. This was the last year for the pepper plant either because I killed it or because it was time for it to go (this is what i'm believing). I've decided to keep it a mini garden and yesterday planted yellow squash, zucchini and celebrity tomato plants!

Here's hoping I have a lush spring and summer and can be known as that girl who has an awesome backyard and great veggies! I think I'm going to see if Central Market will pick up my line of Organic MC's veggies!

Place your orders now!

I've been infected!

I've caught it and I didn't even see it coming. The Negativity. It's infectious, ya know?

And it seems to be going around my office right now. That combined with a few feathers being ruffled, egos being challenged and attitudes needing adjustment.

All this on the night of my first personal training session. Thats right, I'm going to be an exercising beauty in oh...about 10 years. I'm very into taking steps to better myself and this is one thats long overdue.

Hopefully tonight my fearless leader will be able to exercise my demons out of my brain and my fat cells out of my a$$.

Wish me luck!

"Hi My name is Mary and its been an hour since I was violated."

Where to start, are you ready for this? Bear with me as this could be long but definitely worth it!

So being the responsible adult that I am, I decided that since we have a new insurance company thru work and I'm focused on getting and staying healthy this year, I decided to see a doctor today.

Now, it's been 5 years since I've seen a real doctor (i prefer the quick fix of Care Now clinics) and at least 10 years since I've had a physical so it was definitely time. Plus I had a migraine over a week ago for the first time and I have asthma.
I was referred to this doctor by a coworker who also had migraines but this guy is her G.P.

So I arrive 15 min early to fill out paperwork and am greeted by a man in a turbin (sp?) and a family of 12 waiting in the waiting room. It resembles an airport in a foreign country as their are bags everywhere and I can't understand what anyone is saying. The receptionist tells me that they are doing physicals for a family who is going thru the immigration process.

They call me back and take my height/weight (lost 5 lbs, and i'm somehow 1 in. shorter). The dr. comes in and is going over my medical history. He sets his blackberry on the table and asks me a few questions. It goes a little something like this:

dr: hi mary, so glad to have you, how can i help you today? i see you're here for a physical.
mc: yes sir, i haven't had one in years and had what i think was a migraine a few weeks ago and i'm on my last inhaler.
dr: ok great. so when was your last physical
mc: oh probably 10 years ago when i
dr: *interrupting me and speaking into what i thought was his blackberry* new page, subject mary ________, 28 years old, last physical was 10 years ago when she *presses stop* mary, did you go to college?
mc: yes sir, texas tech
dr: went to texas tech period (yes, he said period) and you said you have asthma?
mc: yes, when i exercise
dr: *record* mary has E I Asthma and controls it with....*stop*
mc: albuterol inhaler

This continues for about 20 min. I'm trying to answer his questions, he randomly starts dictating into his little recorder. saying words like "period, return, comma, new paragraph" etc.

He asks me when my last annual was with an OBGYN, I tell him it was over a year ago and he takes me to the lab to do bloodwork.

When I return back to my room the nurse instructs me to take everything off and put on the paper gown (oh-so-stylish). I say to her "everything?" she says "yes".

He comes back in with another nurse and has me lay down so he can turn my head 40 different ways to see if it hurts (it did). tells me i have tension headaches not migraines because of bad posture (great).

This next section all happened in about 25 seconds. He walks to the end of the table and grabs my ankles, picks them up and shoves them toward my hiney, spreads them out and pulls out magic sturrups that apparently came out of his freaky transformer exam table. WHAAAAAAAAT. He spread my knees apart and whips out a speculum. *fuuuuuuuuuuuck* (flashback to the time my OBGYN told me just to imagine that it's a duck bill......wtf?)

Lets go back a second, shall we? I'm here for a physical as I haven't had one in years. Um...does anyone else know of a phyical that involves a speculum??

Okay, so i look over at the nurse with a look of horror in my eyes and she smiles at me. He's now asking me about what I do for a living and other things but at this point I don't remember anything. I think he listened to my breathing and looked in my ears but its all a blur.

He hands me a kleenex box, tells me to get dressed and he'd be back in a minute. Again, no recollection of our conversation after this. I go up to the front desk, hand them my chart and say "can i ask you something? what type of exam did you have me down for today?" she says "well woman exam" i walk out the door.

Note to self: Clarify excessively when scheduling and appointment with your doctor.

I had NO IDEA that general practice doctors could even do that type of exam much less have transformer tables that morph into a woman's worst fear.

they have support groups for people like me, right?

"Cooler Than" Tidy Boys

So I have this thing called a blog. I gather that you've heard of it since you're reading this.

I thought I'd take advantage of your attention and tell you the things that I think are just swell. Are they cooler than the flip side of the pillow? Well thats for you to decide.

This week? Boys who are tidy.

Many of you know my boyfriend. I love him. I don't love that he is the one of the messiest people that I know. In 3 days, he can literally cover the floor with junk mail, fill the back of the sofa with dishes and destroy a perfectly clean room.

So boys out there who are tidy....thank you for being you. Teach your friends, pay it forward, and never change!!