Monthly Archives: February 2009

It’s Okay…

Every day when the mail comes I rush to the box to get see if it’s a good mail day or not. Bad mail days consist of bills and credit card offers, good days are when I can see the top of a magazine peeking out the top. A few of my favorites are US (don’t’ judge), Self and Glamour.

Each month in Glamour they have a list of things that “It’s Okay” to do. I love it because it makes some of my quirks seem normal.

It’s Okay…

to find an idea you like on someones blog  and steal  borrow it for your own (as long as you give due credit). Thanks to The lovely East Coast Teacher over at In Pursuit of Happily Ever After who inspired this post! *Seen again yesterday at Ummm…Now What?

to love watching shows made for teens like 90210 and Privileged.

to feel better after feel better after spending too much money on a pair of shoes.

to sing Taylor Swift at the top of your lungs with the windows down in stopped traffic.

to hibernate for a few days if you feel like it.

to find comfort in discussing life issues with your blog friends over your real life friends at times.

to take a mental health day and do nothing.

to wear a skirt that you know is too short or a top you know cuts too low every now and again.

to try on overpriced shoes, clothing, jewelry and handbags that you can’t afford or will never buy. A girl can dream right?

to reapply lip gloss a million times a day. Even if you are just sitting at home alone.

to wish that your hobby/ passion was your full time career.

to look at old boyfriends pictures on Facebook and know that you’re better off as the ex.

to not love Angelina or Jen.

to have a crush on Simon Cowell.

to wish iTunes had a “frequent spender” program.

to see the best in people, even when they don’t see it in themselves.

to sneak away from work early on a Friday!

What do you have to remind yourself that it’s okay to do?


TMI Thursday: Poop Patrol

I LOVE my dog a lot, but there are few things in life that I hate more than dog poop. It’s so gross and the smell is awful. Ugh. Soph’s poo is about the size of a tootsie roll, and I love her to pieces so it’s not so bad, but it still isn’t like picking roses or anything.

My neighborhood is a dog loving community, almost everyone owns a dog, but they refuse to put up doggie poop stations with bags. The homeowners association always gives some BS reason why they don’t want to do it, but they have no problem sending out hate mail telling us to pick up our poop, or pay the price. There are these super cute pick up bags that attach to any dog leash that make it so convenient to pick up after your little friend. (Buy them here or any pet store.) 

I’m so excited to say that a lot of my neighbors have caught on to this fad, but I’m sad to say that they are missing the final step in the poop pick up process…see picture below.


8 bags. Eeew.

VOMIT! It appears that while they are great at picking up the dog droppings, they aren’t so good at walking it the 20 extra steps to the dumpster. Some neighbors even let the bags compile for days, weeks even, without picking up their poop bags. It makes me want to ill. Seriously. And the worst part…it isn’t just one neighbor, it’s a lot of them! YIKES!

One of my friends lives next to the poop collector show above and gets so sick of it, she throws it out for her once a week. Who does that?

Apparently my complex isn’t the only one suffering from this poop porch epidemic, my friend Dre had this exact same issue where she used to live!

Hey…it could be worse. At least I’m not talking about my poop!

MMM v.1: Coach…by Jules

I tend to live my life going full throttle.  I like to have a lot of fun and live in the moment. Sometimes I get a bit carried away so I have to pull back the reins when telling stories.  So here it is, the PG-13 PG-13ish version of weeks 1 and 2 of Match Maker Monday.

Meet “Coach”



  • Height: 5’11”
  • Hair: Light Brown, thick, kinda wavy
  • Eyes: Green
  • Age: 29
  • Body: Athletic, toned, and bangin’
  • Profession: College Hockey Coach
  • Personality: Whitty, slightly arrogant, outgoing, brutally honest

The Date(s)

When IJL sets you up on a date, you don’t get to see a picture before you meet them.  So here I sit, at the bar in Bahama Breeze thinking, praying, “Please God, please don’t let him be hiddeous.”  I can pull a good personality out of anyone but I can’t change the way they look.   It’s a good thing that I am a regular church-goer because the Big Man answered my prayers that night.  The picture does him no justice because he is hot hot hot! “Thank God!” I thought.

After about 1 hour and two drinks, the awkward small talk turned into an actual real, interesting conversation.  Since I hadn’t eaten all day because of my anxiety, drink 3 was a little rough.  IJL only sets you up for after-work drinks, so when he asked if I wanted to have dinner, that meant he actually enjoyed my company and wanted to get to know me better.  Again, the Big Man was with me that night because I couldn’t have had another drink without eating.

After dinner we talked more, laughed a lot, had more drinks, and, as it appeared, started to have a connection.  So when he asked me if I wanted to go to another bar I wasn’t surprised but was very pleased.  So if you are keeping track- at this point I’ve had 4, maybe 5, drinks (HEY! don’t judge me, I was really nervous and had never been on a blind date before.) 

And if you haven’t noticed, I haven’t talked much about his personality, lifestyle, goals, or passions.  It’s because I can’t get past this overwhelming attraction I have to him.  And this “connection” I speak of…. well it’s more of a physical connection than a romantic one.   Let’s move on:

So on to bar#2.  Considering my job requires me to drive for a living, getting a DUI isn’t an option so I slow my drinking pace substantially. But Coach, being the bigger, ripped, athletic, extremely sexy man he is, doesn’t slow down.  I can only guess that he is feeling the same type of connection with me since he started to get fresh. 

To give you a visual, I am wearing something similar to this:

Date 1
Date 1 – by Julie McArthur on

We were definitely the two people at the bar that everyone wished would just leave, get a room, and get it over with.  It was clear that he wanted that too by the way he was petting me.  Anyhow, knowing that would be completely inappropriate first date behavior when I am on the hunt for LOVE, we only made it to my car.  We proceeded to make out like high schoolers, and giggle like kids. 

After this went on for about an hour, we wised up and realized that we were adults and both had to be up for work in about 4 hours.  We exchanged numbers, kissed goodnight and went our separate ways.

Before I got home, he sent me a text.  “Yay! Maybe he does like me. But wait… do I really like him?” I wondered.  But why not give it a shot right? We exchanged text messages Tuesday and Wednesday as well. I had hoped to get together again that week to figure out what type of connection I had with him, but he had to leave Thursday for the entire weekend to work.

Surprisingly, Thursday evening I got another text saying that his team had to delay their departure because of a fire at the ice rink and he wanted to see me.  It was too late for dinner and I still had work to do, so I just invited him over for a movie. 

He came over and we laughed, talked, joked, he loved on my dog (which I thought was GREAT) and we cuddled on my couch.  Well, we all know where that leads…. “There isn’t very much room on the couch, maybe we should go up to your room.” I agreed and away we went.  We had our first sleep over, and a really fun time together as well.

Still after all this, I’m not sold.  We spent the night teasing each other, laughing at each others stupid jokes, spooning, and chatting (among other things) but I just don’t know if I could ever see myself with him long term.  We text each other on Monday but he was short with me (as I would have expected.)  I let it go thinking I wouldn’t hear from him again.  But he threw me for a loop on Saturday night.  He text me a midnight!  I thought he wanted to come over, but he just wanted to say hello.  HUH? 

Maybe I will see him again, maybe not.  That remains to be seen.  As for IJL– well, my next step is to go in to their office for another interview and to take pictures (so they know what I really look like).  I am not-so-patiently waiting for them to call me back and schedule an appointment.  I can’t wait for my next date!  But in the mean time, I’ll keep you updated on Coach! 

Until next Match Maker Monday…

I want…

to have a good excuse as to why I haven’t posted in forever, but I just don’t have one that’s good enough.

to write about Match Maker Monday, but I’m struggling to write and PG-13 version. Jules is crazy.

to give you a good TMI Thursday, but my mom stumbled across my blog and I can only imagine what she would have to say about it.

to tell you all about how I opened my heart to someone, only to have it crushed again, but I just can’t find the words. It hurts too much and I feel like it would disappoint the blogosphere as much as it’s disappointed me.

to take the time out of my day to read and respond to the 200+ posts in my reader, but I don’t have the time. *I’m reading as much as I can and I love all of you. I’m still around, just hibernating. I’ll be back before you know it.

Thank you all so much for your comments, gchats, texts, bbms and support. They mean more to me than you know.




Today I LOVE that you will forgive me for not writing about the things that I LOVE. I just don’t have it in me. Thanks for understanding.


Match Maker Monday

Match Maker, Match Maker make me a match…Welcome to Match Maker Monday!


Meet Jules! She’s one of my favorite people in the world. She’s fabulous: cute, fun, outspoken, flirty, funny, stylish, honest, trustworthy and loyal. All of the things that make up a great friend and a great lover. If only she was a man!

Jules has found love before, been married, divorced and has done her fair share of dating. She has (in her own words), “tapped out” and is over meeting men in bars.  (Aren’t we all Jules?)

Last week, Jules decided to take on a new adventure “It’s Just Lunch“, a match making service that sets you up on casual first dates with someone who they feel is compatible with you. No pictures, no emails, no awkward phone calls,  just a casual lunch or happy hour that’s been arranged for you!

Much like me, Jules LOVES to LOVE.  Which is why her quest for love is going to make a fabulous addition to this blog. He first date is this week, so stay tuned for next weeks addition.

Please let us know whet details you want to know about her dates. Also, feel free to leave any questions for Jules…she’s happy to answer any of your questions.

LOVE: Little Sister

Today is my little sister Lori’s birthday…Happy Birthday Bug.

She’s 18 today!!


 I can’t believe she’s so grown up.

LOVE you and miss you tons.