Shopaholic...

Is it a bad thing when you find yourself disappointed when a package of happiness isn't awaiting you at the front door when you come home from work?
Think 1950's when women waited for their hubby's with a cocktail upon ending his work day...

OR

Is is bad when FedEx knows your name and address by heart?

I would like to appologize to my visa and fedex man for over working you, but I miss my happy face at 5:30...I would appreciate if you could fulfill just a couple of days o joy a week.

Thank you

of a Lifetime

So this huge fancy new gym called Lifetime moved across the street from me.
Literally can hop, skip, and jump there, no need to drive (don't be crazy, I still do)

I have been reluctant to join because my terrible (and by terrible I mean no mats...gak, they expect me to soil my body on their nappy sweat infested floor!!?) broken machine gym only cost me $20 a month and Lifetime wants me to pay a ginormous fee!

Well my all but skinny and in shape pops decided he needed to join a gym and "get in shape" so he said he would *gasp* PAY for me to join fancy said gym if I would go with him.

Don't mistake this innocent angel face for a fool...YES sputted out!

Yesterday, I went for the first time to supersized workout station and let's just say it is like a mini slice of heaven in there mixed with a whole lotta EYE CANDY!

Best investment of my money ever! (oops, did I say "my"?)

Can't wait to go back today! If you can't find me, check the Eucalyptus room, the olympic size pool, the whirlpool, or pilates room...I'll never be home again.

Must Love Corn

I love the saying "When the hell did I eat corn?!"

(It is really quite funny and entertaining for anyone with a 12 year old mind)

I love CORN and all its yumness.

Mix it in your Hamburger Helper or mash potatoes...straight from the can, creamed, casseroled, frittered, cajuned, cobbed, caked or soufled; roasted, sweetened, scalloped, souped and popped! In a salad or in a dip

Oh I love corn so.

I do not like candy corn or cornbread OH NO.

**Since I have eaten corn 3 out of the last 4 days, yes that is normal, added to my list of potential marriage specs..."must love corn"**

9021-OH, the original Beverly Hills

Dylan, Kelly, Brenda, Brandon, David, AND Donna (Martin will Graduate!)

I am just saying...
Is it sad, that this show I was not allowed to watch in high school but so successfully sneaked in EVERY Wednesday night (thank you small feet with a toe that fit just right on the actual tv buttons, I don't need no stinkin' remote!)

When I went to college the trend continued. We watched it religiously every Wednesday. I lived on the 4th floor of the dorms and some of my most favorite dorm memories is rushing down four flights of stairs during commercial breaks to discuss the OH MY GOSH moments while half the dorm puffed down their ciggies...

I moved into my first apartment and we refused to answer the phone on Wedsnesdays because "Don't you know my show is on!!??". We would laugh because our phone always seemed to "blow up" on Wed night (especially in college it was a huge go out night).

I remember the last season, going to my friend Katy's house to watch the show every week as we teared a little each passing show of the FINAL year. I mean we grew up with them! Watched them battle the parents, school, dating, drugs, disasters, etc. They were like family! We bawled the last show.



Of course there was no DVR back then or TiVO in which to record these shows you HAD to be home! So of course I am in utter love with Soap Net because every day they put my "family" back on from 4 - 6 of awesome repeats and I can flashback.

I'm having a bit of nostalgia today...

musica-101

Music holds such a place in my soul! I don't know if everyone feels that way, but it just does something to me (hence why I absolutely believe God is still working on my singing/instrument talents! All good things come with age)

I remember my first "OUR" song! Amazed, by Lonestar because it was the first time he said "I love you and this song makes me think of you" (ahhh cute! tear)

My favorite summer was the whole Beatie Boys, License to Ill CD. My BFF and I would drive around our hoppin little po-dunk town jamming to that CD all the while blowing the speakers in my car (because we were cool like that and about the be seniors, duh).

Getting my first job, a lifeguard and swim instructor at the YMCA, Fugee's Killing me Softly was playing in the background (I almost think it is weird I remember this but uh, hello! I was so exited about the tan I was fixing to get).

Sarah McLachlan's "I will Remember You" will always burn the falling of Bonfire at A&M into a very sad time.

My new obsession is Shinedown. First and foremost because he sings "Simple Man" better than Lynard Skynard (shhhh...don't tell I betrayed, Lynard *** Skynard!) He has this voice and although it appears most his music is written about an addiction to drugs and his struggles and loss, I find his stuff so pretty. I'm crazy like that.

And through the MANY a songs not listed here...I still cry every time I hear Amazed or crank my stereo up for some Beastie Boys, that without most likely wouldn't be an embeded memory.

The latest song that has become a part of life is "Jar of Hearts" by Christina Perri (conveniently sister of ex-shinedown member). Sometimes I get a lot sappy! This song really does hold a place in my life right now. Several of my friends and myself are all going thru a time where it seems what we thought would "be" now merely seem to be more of the rise of playing with hearts. I have always been a believer in complete honesty in how I am feeling. I don't like to be controlled or told what to do and I usually don't date this type of person...but I also loathe and hate liars or people who tend to mess with your heart and head. So this song is perfect. www.myspace.com/christinaperri
sample corus:
Who do you think you are,
running around leaving scars,
collecting your jars of hearts,
and tearing love apart.
You're gonna catch a cold,
from the ice inside your soul,
so don't come back for me,
don't come back at all.

Sad isn't it? someone could be that open in music because I don't think that lyrics are able without a reason. Someone wrote these lyrics from being broken. Just like lyrics are written for the sappy, the funny, the whatever. I believe every song (ok, not every song) has a rhyme or reason for it's existance. Lost love, breaking heart, falling in love, seeing a beautiful sight, experiencing an overwhelming moment, etc.

Just in case you're wondering: Shinedown, Breaking Benjamin, Incubus, Kate Voegelle, Rob Thomas (Matchbox Twenty), Adele, Daughtry, Dixie Chicks (even post outburst), and a lot more are some of my favorites.

I need to feel spunky. Need to do something to bust me out of the mood and over the hump and get my mind on something (before I visit crazy town) so here is how the weekend went...

Chopped all my hair off...Went to birthday dinner and then out with some ladies for girls night...

Kaia got crazy frisky...

Decided I needed "GO BIG" weekend so tried to russle up a pool party. That failed, miserably.


Got wild hair and within 10 minutes planned a road trip to College Station & boarded dog.

We pretended we were in college trying to stir trouble...woke up on the couch on the that happened to belong to my ex boyfriend (it's really an entertaining story), and got taken on a lovely boat adventure!




I think the new do, getting all gussied up and acting a fool is just what the shrink might have ordered! (now if I can just figure out how to get my hair done in under 30 minutes!)

Yes! I'm naturally blonde!!!!

I have a brand new car. And by brand new I mean a 2009...made in America, comes with all the bells and whistles a girl could ever dream of (I mean really this car does it all, why do I need a man?)

So with all these nifty bells and whistles like a car that shouts "EMPTY" a bazillion times, offers to locate nearest gas stations, and so very much more...one might find it hard to believe I was just seconds from sputtering to a disasterous halt (and by disaster I mean it was pouring! and I don't like to get wet...let's face it I WILL melt).

(do NOT I repeat do NOT let that 76 degrees fool you! This is Texas for crying out loud and it might as well have read 90 with the humidity! This is an all time low for July)

It has been pouring now for what seems like forever...granted it only rains when I get home from work, but still...here is a pitiful face to leave you with as she so lovingly has given me her take on this rain for the last 2 hours!

Oh Say Can You See

July 4th happens to be our family's big "TO DO"

My parents have a lake house on Cedar Creek in East Texas...the town "Enchanted Oaks" how cute? If you're looking on a map it is also known as Mabank.

And this is just a 1/3 of what was bought then exploded.

My brother, cousin, and now cousin's lil' boy spend at least a paycheck (each) on these suckers every year for a fabu time!

I love the 4th because I eat lots! lounge in the sun (a lot) and usually take a few much needed days aways from the old ball & chain, for which in my unmarried case means boss man.

So I thought I would post a couple of picture of the "not my" kids (hope the moms don't mind). This is Gracee my 2nd cousin. She is a cutie patootie of course! Her mom made the tutu's

And this is Hunter, Gracee's cousin AKA "American Honey" because she can't say Hunter, she says Honey and she is adorable.

Of course I don't like to only post other people's pride and joy's seeing as being a mom to a crazy dog is just as much work as a real kid. I know this because, I just do, OK! (And after hearing the following for 4 days "Boston, Houston, Gracee, Bowman, etc...."NO"" more than anything else I'm sure I am happy with my choice of chocolate fuzzy love)...

Isn't she just PRESH!??!

OK off to the gym to work off a few of the million calories consumed! Literally, millions!

I prefer mud over just plain sweat!

I have never uttered the words "I will complete a marathon one day" I actually believe people who have these types of things on their bucket lists or feel like it is some sort of accomplishment are absolutely ridonkulous.

Who runs for fun? Running is like the devil himself! I am just saying...boobs bouncing don't feel good, iPod ear buds getting stuck to sweating arms and popping out of ears every 5 minutes, and of course I mean your health! Running is supposed to be health happy...but my heart does not like to beat out of control, my feet don't like being slammed into concrete every few seconds (which reminds me of the new trend of barefoot running! That is another blog in itself) and my knees which already took the brunt of all my peppy gymnastic and cheerleading energy before the age of 20 are screaming "ENOUGH ALREADY"

So though I would love to eat taco bell everyday (it's been a really long time) my 16 year old inside does not have a good relationship with my over 30 body, thus...back to the running board!

I still will not utter words about a marathon...instead I decided that I should do Muddy Buddy. Check it out http://muddy-buddy.competitor.com/what-is-muddy-buddy/

The running doesn't scare me as much as the biking! Hope I don't crack my skull...or a fingernail!

Burstin with Fruit Flavors!!!

It is the little things in life that make me want to do a forward roll...

Starburst outdid themselves! There might be dive roll action going on pretty soon!

They took those delicious fruit flavored goodies (or what I call my favorite candy) and made an all red pack! FLAVOREDS! Now I don't have to cry when the first one is orange :)

Kudos, Starburst, Kudos!

First day of Summer...say what??

I live in Texas.

They should abolish this "First Day of Summer" crap. It has been over 90 for the last month and the heat index was well over 100...if that ain't summer...I am not interested in the rest of summer because even the pool was not crisp refreshing this weekend!

I mean who doesn't love a warm bath in puddles of sweat?

Happy first day of Summer...I already want to rip all my clothes off.

Black Eye...the ambien effect

So I don't sleep that awesome. My fantastic doctor started prescribing me Lunesta years ago and it was the best thing since sliced bread! She told me, "take this after you get in bed! It will knock you out pretty fast!" and indeed it always did, not quite that fast. I would take it from my bathroom and never had problems hitting the ground before I could make it the 15 steps to my bed.

Although I was in love with Lunesta a little thing called insurance happened and well get real! I cannot spend $140 a month just to get to sleep, so the doctor re-prescribed me generic ambien! Better yet, he prescribed me 10mg! So for $11.81 I can cut those babies in half and have 2 months worth of beautiful sleep (cause you know I didn't get this pretty without my 8 hours!)

Generic Ambien works a little like Lunesta, gets me all groggy pretty fast, but again can walk from the bathroom to my bed no problemo!

A couple months ago I decided I wanted to get myself "off" ambien and see if I could do this sleep thing alone. SO, instead of cutting these little happy pills in half...I quarter them! That's right 2.5mg (now we're really talking money saver when instead of lasting 2 months they last 4!)

Again...easily make it from the bathroom to the bed, usually have a good 20 minutes for these tiny little things to kick in. Just enough time to settle in bed, read a good chapter or two, let my mind cease of all its wonderings and pass into slumberland.

What no fool has yet to tell me was STAY IN BED! So last night I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night (which really isn't all that random). I got up about 2 am headed for the bathroom, took care of business, and KAPOW! I mean, my center of gravity and all was jacked up if I didn't run smack into the bathroom door with my face! I can see at night in my room (the bat cave has holes, but that is another story) so it wasn't a dark issue.

If I ever wake to go potty in the middle of the night it is more like 5:30 or 6, you know right before you have to get up. But man somewhere between pass out and 2 am that medicine kicks in like a mo! (which conveniently is exactly what I yelled as my face smashed into the door...with much more gusto and a nice litte explicit to go with it!)

So as I got back in bed I pouted thinking about what my face might look like in the morning, because I do not turn on lights in the middle of the night and ruin even more sleep patterns. This morning I looked in the mirror and happily noticed that door had nothing on my face, except a tiny little bruise on my brow...which my over dramatic self proclaims "black eye".

Moral of the story is if you don't know how to use make-up...don't ambien and walk.

My favorite stupid people

You know when you see someone do something and all you can think is "Really?!"

My favorite "Really" situation happens at the gym. My gym parking lot is pretty small, so the options are parking in it or parking in the mall lot (basically attached by a walk way). So my favorite is when you see a gym goer constantly circling the gym stalking the parking lot looking for a spot when in fact, they could already be in the gym working up a sweat if they had simply parked at the mall and took the 15 extra steps to get to the front door (yep! I counted out of curiosity).

Rounding a close second are people and exit doors. Next time you are at a store that has both the option to push the door open to exit or have the door automatically open, watch people it is super entertaining! While leaving Target the other day I watched a girl somewhere around 16ish. She walked up to the "PUSH" to open doors and when they didn't open she looked around confused and bewildered that they didn't just open automatically for her. So instead of just pushing and proceeding to the parking lot...the girl seriously turned around and walked 5 feet to the left so that the doors would part for her. I couldn't tell if it was pure laziness or if she were just that stupid! But in all reality, so many people do this, every day!

Stalking 101

Stalking. Websters defines this (n.) Someone who prowls or sneaks about; usually with unlawful intentions.

Characteristics of a stalker: stealth like a bomber

pre 2000 Also known as: Drive By

I have done some stalking in my day, never with unlawful intention, usually more for entertainment, amusement, or pure boredom. (And that awesome occassion of proving a theory) In college my friends and I were notorious for it!

Floating back to college memories, there were few of us that mastered the ultimate stalking. First and foremost, NEVER GET CAUGHT. Second, if you do deny your booty off (unless of course they physically bust you), this is where having an alibi is so important. I could go into some classic stalking stories but really unless you were there they aren't that awesome.

2010. Stalking equals illegal. Well, I guess more as my definition of stalking it is just something you can't and shouldn't do. Why? Well because you just can't do it correctly. No on can. Technology...I mean are you going to update your facebook status to say "Stalking Little Johnny"? or tweeting about "doing a drive by!" That is just asking to be put on the crazy train.

What I have found interesting...text stalking. It is almost laughable, but it is for real! It is the constant and unwanted text by someone. I personally think texting is a poor answer to communication and should just go back into the black hole of doesn't exist. I mean I am from the "pre-cell phone" days which is so crazy these days to even fathom not having a mobile phone. Who wants to be able to be contacted 24-7 anyway?

Text stalking. If I text a person and they don't respond, I usually think "stupid AT&T" because they suck and I figured it got lost somewhere in text space. BUT! what if it is because they didn't want to respond? or don't like me? (that would never happen to me personally) Better yet, would you continue to text a person every day, for over a month, who never responds to you? True story folks! Gosh...I can take a hint and my ego can take a bruisin' that bad, but I guess some people are living on a hope and prayer that today might be the day you respond!

So unless it is 1997 and your actions cannot be traced! and those who think you cannot trace texting...ask your provider to start sending your bill with the conversations (this might keep you from 2 am texting as well!) text stalking should be considered jailable!

Next time, grab some balls, actually dial the number or better yet, try it old school style and do a drive by!

*In no form or fashion am I condoning drive by stalking as it is a really immature and most likely illegal thing to do, but in the spirit of my 18 year old self and the memories I can't let it go!

30-ish...

So everyone has this new trend of blogging. I am not quite sure why when facebook, twitter, and every other form of media seems to actually chronicle every move you make, hang on a sec gotta take a drink of water, then check my email, and scratch my head.

While I love facebook connecting with friends I haven't seen since college, some highschool, preschool, or yesterday I figure a BLOG is where it's really at...yes/no?

Most people know how much I talk and how much I love to talk so never fear this definitely will not stop Chatty Cathy here! I just have a whole heck of a lot more to say than I can get out in a day!

So a little about me...I'm 30 (ish). I am holding on to 30 until it happens like I had pictured in my head since I was a little girl. I am sure at one point I thought 30 was old, but we all know it is the new 20 so in which case I am 21!

I'm still holding out for Mr. Right to come along, I am not picky or set too high of standards like some would say, I am simply not willing to settle for less than the best! My dad always said I was a princess and any man I met better treat me like a queen (I like the way he thinks!)

So until he comes to find me because I gave up looking long ago...I have my awesome dog, Kaia! She is my best friend, I mean who else lets you talk non stop, dress you up in whatever costume seems appropriate, takes spankings then snuggles up with you and NEVER talks back?

Recently I joined Southern Living at Home and trying to sell sell sell...look forward to my annoying emails/posts, etc. on the name change to Willow House coming August 1st!

And in other news...I am trying to get trained to be a core fusion instructor. Something like pilates that will rock your body! tick tock tick tock, waiting for classes, in the mean time I work out 6 days a week (you can't tell with all the food and beer I love to consume) but I enjoy every minute of it! Ok all but the 32.5 minutes it takes me to run those blasted 3 miles.

...stay tuned, I promise I can write your eyes off!