Monthly Archives: June 2008

Borrowing Blogging Brilliance

I started blogging about a year ago and since have found a few blogs that I’m in love with, some of those include Brandy’s and Brookem’s. I pretty much have blog crushes on them. Some days I feel like they’re taking the words out of my head and putting them on their own sites.

Brookem has All the Wine filling in for her this week, and she lead me to this little (long) survey that Brookem and Brandy did well over a year ago. I love it, and it had me thinking. So I decided to steal it!

I am
Overly emotional, girly as can be, strong willed, open minded, indecisive, compassionate, predictable and outgoing.

I want
a swimming pool in my complex, a four day work week every week, a house keeper to come once a week to clean bathrooms and scrub floors, a big sexy that I have an incredible chemistry with to sweep me off my feet, happiness for my family and friends, four extra hours in the day, to loose 10 pounds but still be able to eat what ever I want, diamond stud earrings and a larger closet.

I have
an amazing life, some of the best girlfriends in America, the cutest dog in the world, a career that I love (most days), a very large, very close family and a cute condo that I own!

I wish
I had more control of my emotions. There are people I wish I had more feelings for, and people I wish I could forget about. I wish my that my friends/family lived closer or that there was a more affordable way for them to get to me at a reasonable speed. I also wish that Charlotte would pass a smoking ban for restaurants and bars.

I hate
ranch dressing, mayo, mustard…most condiments actually. The texture of sushi and mushrooms. I really hate people who drive slow in the fast lane (although there are days where I’m so that girl), people who complain all the time, rain on the weekends, runs in my pantyhose, wearing pantyhose period, chipped nail polish, and Bath and Body Works (I do like their wall flowers thought).

I fear
that NC and SC will pass a cell phone law and I won’t be able to chat in the car when I’m driving for work and that would end my world as I know it. I fear my company will figure out that blogger and facebook still make it through my VPN. I fear bad guys that live in my hood will think about breaking into my car, house or stealing my dog. Speaking of my dog…I fear that she will run off her leash and get hit by a car in front of me and I won’t know what to do.

I hear
my iPod all day long. I tend to get a song that I love and play it until I can’t stand it any more.

I search
Google and Wikipedia all the time for instant gratification for the answers to the questions that I need/want to know. I also search google maps and my bitch in a box to get me to where I need to go.

I wonder
where my life will be in the next 3, 5 or 10 years, who will win the presidential election, if Branglina will ever get married, how much US Weekly pays Spencer and Heidi to get a story from them each week… why anyone cares about Spencer and Heidi, why ANTM never becomes a Top Model, what the man of my dreams looks like and what my dog is thinking. Just to name a few.

I regret
not saving more money, not going on spring break more in college, not going to graduate school right after undergrad, quitting violin lessons, not taking better care of my American Girl dolls, not scrap booking…where are all my pictures?, not pushing myself harder when I was younger.

I love
that there are a million thing to love in life. Here are just a few of them.

I ache
from the bruises that magically show up on Monday mornings after a long weekend. I have no idea how they get there…I guess I just bruise easily.

I always
press snooze, sleep on the right side of the bed, drink oj in the morning, underestimate the time that it takes to get things done, have my blackberry in hand and reapply lip gloss 100 times a day.

I usually
talk to my mother daily, get dressed in workout clothes and never make it to the gym, drink hazelnut coffee, Grey Goose and water with lemon, and diet coke.

I am not
shy (I would talk to a wall until it talked back), good at running or frugal enough.

I dance
all the time…at Zumba class, in my shower, while I’m running, at the bar (even when no one else is), down the isle at the grocery, with my neighbors in their living room. Pretty much every chance I get. It’s good for the soul.

I sing
as long as there’s music playing, even if I don’t know the words…especially in the car. I think if I turn the volume up as loud as it goes I might be the next American Idol. This also gets me in big trouble because every time I’ve gotten a speeding ticket it’s because I was singing.

I never
take my Tiffany heart ring off. I wear it everyday. I keep hoping that just because my bff is getting married that she will still wear hers too!

I rarely
am at a loss for words, run early, miss a sale at Nordstrom or an episode of ANTM.

I cry
all the time…when I’m sad, angry, happy, when I watch weddings or baby stories on TV, and a large number of Disney Cartoons.

I am not always
in a good mood, some days I’m pretty grumpy and your best bet is to just let me be…it will pass.

I lose
everything, all the time. I would loose my head if it wasn’t attached to my body. The funniest part is that whatever I lost is usually right under my nose.

I’m confused

I miss
my family (they all live so far away), Pop Tarts, my far off friends, Sex and the City, being in college, sorority theme parties, dance class, Malone’s Restaurant (the food, not the work), recess, gaucho pants being “in” (they were so comfy), Britney Spears glory days, being able to wear pony tails (My hair has been super short for almost 2 years now) and wearing a size 2.

I need
hugs, MAC lip gloss, pink nail polish, high high heels, kisses from my dog, girls night out, alone nights in, good books, cold pillows, more patience and less drama.

I should
Get off the computer, go to the gym and clean my house.


Madam, I’m Adam.

No, don’t worry. I’m not really Adam. You see, last night we had a conversation that went a little something like this.

SJ: P, please just say it…you know you want to…What is the word RENOB backwards?

P: I refuse to say that.

Dr. C: Do you know that racecar is the same forward and backward?

SJ: *giggling at the fact that for 3 days we’ve been trying to get P to say this word and he refuses to* What are other words that are the same?

Dr. C: Like Bob? What are those called? Onomatopoeia?

MNG: No, that’s not it…

After a few more wrong answers and about 10 phone a friends, we came to the conclusion that RACECAR, is a palindrome. Only after googling it on our BBs. I’m a total geek and always think I need to know far more about things that I really do.

After doing my palindrome research, I’ve found a few that I just couldn’t help but to relate to:

Hannah: My friend, Mere‘s little sis, who is a brilliant syncro swimmer.

Sexes: Enough said.

Solos: I better get used to this, because at the rate I’m going I may be alone forever.

Radar: Everyday when I speed up and down I85, I wish I had one and pray that I don’t get a ticket.

Madam: If I don’t start selling more, I may become one.

Then there are the phrases:

Desserts, I stressed! I love dessert, but you can’t have your cake and eat it too!

Won’t lovers revolt now? Don’t they always?

Ma is a nun, as I am. No, CS is a nun.

Party boobytrap. Aren’t they all?

Poor Dan is in a droop. Eek. Don’t you think so?

Rise to vote, sir. You better do it!

And my favorite palindrome of all:
That’s for you P, and the banana in your pants you won’t talk about!

How are you having fun with words these days?

*I tried to find one about BIG SEXY, but that just didn’t work out so well.

**I know that I am a total geek for posting this, but I have been cracking myself up, and Dr. C for hours now!

It hurts to fall

I have met one of the kindest, nicest, most sincere people in America. He is everything I should want in a boy and I just don’t know what to do with myself.

You see, the problem lies in the fact that I the boys I should like are far different than the boys I fall for.

Mr. Right, aka the boy I should be falling for is: sincere, kind, driven, passionate, hardworking and loyal. He tends to be the boy next door, with the biggest heart in America and a smile that you don’t want to hurt, but know that you’re going to.

I enjoy Mr. Right for breakfast, chew him up during lunch and spit out by dinner. I get bored with his predictability. I get irritated because he calls too much. I want to vomit when I get a text from Mr. Right mid-day with something mushy. Ugh. The truth of the matter is that he isn’t doing anything wrong. In fact, he’s doing everything I should want a boy to do!

Or do I…

Mr. Not So Right, also known as the boy I lust over is: charming, unpredictable, unavailable, mischievous and witty. He’s a snake dressed in a cute boy costume. He has a twinkle in his wandering eye and a smile that I can’t resist.

He reels me in with his charisma and keeps me guessing and constantly wanting more. He keeps me staring at my phone, waiting for it to ring. Just as I go to delete his number, he always sends me a text that leaves me hanging on. He wouldn’t dare make plans for more than a week or two out, and you never know when something (or someone else) will come up. A certified heart breaker.

So the question of the moment is:
Why do I keep falling for the wrong boys and slamming the door in the face of the ones who would treat me like a queen?
At what are are we too old to be playing “the game”?

I Dare You To…

Jennifer over at Made By Girl, is always keeping me on my toes! I adore her cards. I ordered a few about a month or so ago, and they are so stinkin cute! Check out some of my new favorites!

Thursday kicks off the weekend for a lot of 20 somethings. So this weekend,
I Dare You TO…
Talk to the big sexy at the pool you’ve been eyeing for the past 2 weeks.
Wear that dress you’re afraid is too short.
Try that new martini that you’ve always wanted to try
(even though your regular is a sure thing).
Fix your hair/ make up a little differently than you normally do.
Pull out that super shinny lip gloss you only save for “Special Occasions”.
Text him if you feel like it.
Stay out a little later than you planned.
Go to that bar you’ve always wanted to try.
Grab your BS friends, pull on your Biggest Sexiest outfit, find a BS, and have a ball this weekend!
I Dare You to go order these and send them to your Big Sexy!
What will you dare to do this weekend?

My Walking Postcard

Sitting in Paradise this weekend (aka Kiawah Island, SC), I couldn’t help but notice these two girls holding hands and swapping gossip as they walked down the beach. Brandy thought that she was bad posting pictures of kids she didn’t know…but before I could stop myself, I was snapping pictures of children I didn’t know, without their parents permission! Eeek!

But just look at them…how could I not! I started to feel guilty…not for snapping the shots, but for not sharing them with their parents. I watched them go back to their beach chairs, and shortly there after walked down to chat with their parents.
I was worried that they’d be a bit freaked out with my photo shoot of their adorable girls, but instead they were so happy that I had offered to email them the pictures. They said that they have been best friends since they were two years old.
The dad said, “Just don’t post them on the Internet! Just kidding.”
I don’t know that he had any idea that the entire time I was taking these shots, I was thinking about my blog!
The thing I couldn’t get out of my head as these bikini clad beach babies walked by was that no matter how old you are, friendships are part of your life line. They get you through the bad and they dance with you through the good. I’ve been blessed to have amazing girlfriends both near and far.

Does that make me CRAZY???

After winning my Hanky Panky Pay It Forward, Miss Megan started her own Pay It forward. Be sure to check her out here!

She wants to know about your crazy ex or how you were crazy to your ex! Let her know to get the goods!

I’ve taken myself out of the running, as I just had my own Pay-It-Forward. However, I’ve been known to drive a few men crazy, as well as act a bit BANANAS! To save face, I’ve decided not to post about my acts of craziness, but belive me there have been a few! Instead I’m going to tell the story of how a drove a man’s girlfriend to a new level of crazy!

The Story of the Italian Stallion

I was introduced the Italian Stallion the summer before my junior year of high school. He was handsome, had a good HOH, and a super cute/ super large Italian family just as one would suspect! We met through friends and we hit it off right away. We went on dates, house parties, and were having a blast for about a month…that was when I found out about the Terrible T!

We were at a party, and I was mingling with of his private school friends that I hadn’t met yet.

Some one said, “You’re so sweet. T is going to eat you alive!”

“T? Who is that, and why will she want to eat me?”, I replied.

“Oh, you haven’t heard…errr…don’t worry,” said the boy.

After the convo, I looked around the house for my IS, but he was nowhere to be found. I did find my friend MJ and we sat down with a bottle of Southern Comfort and tried to figure out the mystery of T. MJ knew the IS, but didn’t really know of T either, “I think they dated for a while…but they’re totally over.” She said, “Just have some more to drink.”

Comfort lead to trouble, and the night of drinking got me grounded for months to come! To make matters worse, it only took about a week or so more for meet the Terrible T. She started calling my house non-stop, driving by, blocking off my cul-de-sac. She once showed up at my high school.

You see, the entire time I was “dating” the Italian Stallion, he was also dating T. Actually, he had been dating T for years! She was insane, and he “tried to break up with her a thousand times” (cough-bull shit- cough) but she would never let him go.

Crazy thing is that this love triangle continued for about a year or so…I guess I was infatuated with the stallion…

They ended up getting back together for years and years, but today:
…I’m still single.
…who knows what the IS is up to?
…and T, well…T had a baby (not the IS’s) and has decided to play for the other team! At least I know she’ll never be jealous of the boys I date now! Well that, and now I live states away!

Don’t Forget to Check Out MISS MEGAN!

Conversations at the Convent of CS

Sis: So, do I hear you’ve quit dating all together?

CS: That’s right…

Woody: She’s a Nun.

CS: No more boys. I’m joining the convent!

Sis: No more boys? Or you’re just getting “NONE!”

Dr. C: That’s a new take on it!

I may be joining the convent with CS soon! In fact, I may be an honorary member!