I Would Put You In My Pocket
And snuggle you when I was lonely. This little guy above is kind of awesome. Kind of creepy. I like him. Because I’ll be gone until the 11th I’ll leave him with you so when you are lonely or just need a good awakening (imagine waking up next to this guy!) just open this post and think of me. Or better yet…don’t associate me with him. It could get weird…Anyway, ta-ta for now!
I Will Stab You With My Fork
I will stab you with my fork if you look at my plate one more time. Yeah I’m talking to you. Sometimes I get a bit territorial when it comes to my food. If you ask nicely, I’ll share. Sometimes. Depending on what it is…and how much of it is left…You know what? Better yet! Get your own.
I Do! You Do? I’ll be there too!
I have weddings on the brain. Not only am I attending a wedding in only a short couple of weeks but I have also been given the honor to be Main of Honor to one of my best friends.
Naturally this has me thinking about my own imaginary wedding. Gossamer, tea lights, soft kisses, too much food and a LOT of dancing. Anyway, this isn’t about me…
So I’ve been perusing wedding blogs, sites, books, and magazines thinking about how to help my dear friend plan and I’ve come to one simple conclusion. Weddings are a whole lotta work my friend!
There are so many decisions to make, so many options to chose from. As overwhelming as it all looks, it most importantly looks like a blast.
So if you know anyone about to get married or just starting the wedding process, next time you see them. Hug them, tell them they are amazing and remember one simple thing. Wear comfortable shoes because all of you are in for a wild adventure!
Bouquet of Sharpened Pencils
Fall is approaching and school is in! Many students shuffled into school today sporting new clothes, backpacks and pencil boxes. Most of my friends LOVED back to school shopping for clothes and shoes, and as we got older, makeup! I on the other hand, loved one thing above everything…the school supplies! I could and have spent hours cruising the paper, pencil and notebook isles in places like Staples and Target in hopes of finding the perfect 5-Star notebook that would inspire me to finally do my homework…Sorry Ms. Murray for assignments not turned in…
Back to the subject at hand. I recently went to Target to pick up very adult things, like toothpaste and toilet paper, when I came across the back to school section. It was swarming with kids of various ages searching for the coolest and best school supplies for the season. Yes, the basics are the same, but they change in looks every year. So I wandered the isles dodging teenagers and adolescents of all ages and couldn’t help reminisce about my own school days.
We all remember the embarrassing moments, like falling on the bleachers my freshman year in front of the seniors. We remember the bad times, like losing classmates to driving accidents, skiing accidents, and sadly to drug overdoses. Mostly I try to remember the good times. Like throwing a party to celebrate senior year with virtually our ENTIRE SENIOR CLASS! Or going to football games, not to watch the game, but to eat the candy and pizza…okay maybe that was just me. Regardless, we all remember our school days here and there and so I ask you to take a moment, think of a memory worth remembering then contact the person/people who experienced it with you. Come on guys, in the age of Facebook I think we all have access to these people.
I wish all new students a stellar start to an amazing year and to all freshman…don’t touch the hand rails they are covered in Vaseline…
Acts of Kindness and Happy Thoughts
Recently I accepted an event invitation via Facebook for “Positive Status Day.” This got me thinking. How many status updates are filled with negativity? Festering anger that has been unleashed into the biggest social network in the world. (I think…don’t quote me on that one…) So why do we constantly hang our dirty laundry to dry via Facebook? Do you really think the guy who sat next to you in freshman math cares that you ran over a squirrel? Is it so imperative to tell your friend’s friend’s cousin that you didn’t get that promotion?
I’m the first one to admit that I’m 100% guilty of this. I’ve hung my half-baked rants out for everyone to see. I’ve left vague often annoying messages saying things like, “I wish this didn’t happen” out into the world of concerned nosiness where people inevitably ask, “Who? What’s wrong?”
The truth is, I’m sick of the drama. The asinine comments that make me take notice and worry, when in reality, without Facebook I would probably have no knowledge of your life at all. So, I urge you all to think of something positive today. If you find yourself having a hard time and picking at yourself or others think, “What can I say that is positive about this situation?” For instance, I’m having a bad hair day. I’m talking not good, looks frizzy and odd, however, when I looked in the mirror this morning I told myself, “Your skin looks nice today.” I needed to see the good through the bad. I think sometimes people really do need that. Especially that person sitting next to you in her cubicle typing a bit to hard and muttering to herself. Maybe she just needs to be reminded that its Friday or that she did a good job this week despite everything. If words fail you, a cookie left at their desk inevitably does it. So happy Friday and to all the people who are reading this: You are beautiful, smart, and wonderful. Have a wonderful weekend and remember, you are amazing. And I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks so!
I Can Like You To Your Face
Sometimes, “I understand” just doesn’t feel sufficient. For instance, a very good friend (lets call him Bob) of mine has just found out some disturbing news about someone he has been in love with for years. Years. I love my friend, I’ve known him for a really long time and I feel like we have the kind of friendship that will last forever. So, in other words I don’t keep my opinions to myself. I hate this girl (lets call her Vanessa). In fact I have always thought that Vanessa wasn’t good enough for Bob.
That being said, that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel hurt that my friend is hurting. In fact if I could, I would drag Vanessa back by the hair and make her apologize and see the error of her ways. I could even, for my friend, pretend to like her to her face. This is how much Bob means to me. I would put all hostility aside and embrace her as the woman he sees her as.
But I can’t.
And she’s stupid.
And mean.
And disrespectful.
And doesn’t deserve a fraction of the Bob I know.
“Bob”, I love you. Everyday it will get a little bit better. It will hurt a little less. It will feel a little less consuming. The right Mrs. Bob is out there for you. Just keep your head up and remember, Cougars love you! So you’ve got that going for you. Go get ‘um!
Off to See the Ponies!
Sunday’s are often a day of rest. What could be more restful than sitting in the sun with good friends, eating hot dogs, drinking lite beer, and betting on the ponies? Yesterday was spent at the Golden Gate Fields race track making small outlandish bets on the biggest long shots (with a couple of sure things thrown in here and there.)
There is a race every forty minutes or so and in the interim we spent our time people watching, making fun of the overly preppy couple in front of us and eating our dollar day’s worth of carnival food.
At time we only made our betting decisions on the names of the jockey, my Grandfather always believed that the jockey was really the one that could make or break a race. Then again, we also would go off of how the horse. For instance, my friend Nichole likes to bet on the grey ones because they are few and far between and “just so darn pretty.” The other times however, go off of the name of the horse. I HAD to bet on “Bimbo Magic” and “Funi Act” just to name a few. There is no method to our madness but we have a system and we’re stickin’ to it!
Slumber Parties!
Friday’s always remind me of slumber parties with my girlfriends. My two best friends would come home with me on Friday after school. We would walk down to the beach and hang out. Mainly swimming in the ocean and talking about boys.
My mom and dad would order pizza for my friends and usually my brothers football buddies. Which of course my girlfriends loved! My brother is four years older than I am so when we were in eighth grade there were always at least two or three high school senior boys around as well. I thought of them more as additional brothers but I too could see the attraction. They are good looking guys!
Anyway, after my parents would settle in for the night my girlfriends and I would stay up for hours just talking and being silly. Around one in the morning my dad would come out and threaten bodily harm if we did not SHUT UP. The threats were empty and we knew it.
So now that school is winding down. The weather is hinting at summer and the beach is calling. I want to have another girls slumber party. Filled with bad food, silly movies, and boy talk. What do Friday’s remind you of?
Things to Look Forward To
My nephew is staying with me tonight and I am unbelievably excited! Here are a few reasons I’m so excited…
1. He’s super cute.
2. Nathan tells Knock-knock jokes now!
3. There will be a lot of coloring going on in my house! (I bought crayons and everything!)
4. Yet another reason to watch Disney movies.
5. I get cuddles and “I love you’s” from another man other than my boyfriend.
6. My boyfriend is the best with little kids! Crazy good, like he could totally be a manny!
7. I get to sing skinny marinky dinky dink over and over again and not be committed.
8. Again, he’s SUPER cute!
9. I have yet another reason to bake.
10. Its my brothers birthday and I’m watching the little man so mommy and daddy can have some “alone time.”
Faith
Faith comes in so many different forms. My “Faith” resembles an inner strength that wears black stiletto heals and bright red lipstick. Currently she is smoking a cigarette from a long cigarette holder asking me, “Darling…”, yes she calls me darling, “wwhhaaat are youu dooing?” She resembles Marlene Dietrich actually…
What am I doing?
Right now I feel like I need to find my strength through Faith. A kick ass lady who does what she needs to do not because of her circumstances but because she can. I need to have an unwavering believe in myself and get my act together. Only I have control of me and life is too short to simply float through it. I want to get banged up and dirty on this journey through life. I want to be drawn to the challenge of constantly pushing myself for what may seem like the impossible.
My confidence has been rocked professionally, and not necessarily in a bad way. I am reevaluation what is important. What is going to make me happy? So I have created a plan. I am meeting with the right people at hopefully the right time to get me going down the path that I want. I know it will be hard. There are going to be time that I want to stop, but those are the time I need to remind myself that this isn’t a game.
This is my life.
This is the life that could just as easily end at any time. So I will drink champagne tonight with good friends and celebrate change and birthdays as well as small and large achievements. Tonight, have a drink, may it be champagne or tea, and say Sa’lute to life and all the dirty, difficult, wonders that it holds. Faith is smiling ruefully right now giving me a mental knuckle bump.
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