El Oh Freakin' El!

I was sitting in Walgreens tonight waiting for my passport pictures to get developed, (Hey, you never know when the chance to go out of the country will arise) and I started laughing out loud. You see, BFL*, Sissy, and I used to go to Walgreens years ago and buy a bunch of make up and nail crap. We probably spent the better part of our allowance (did we get an allowance?) at Walgreens on crap that we didn't need.

It made me laugh to think about it. Then I started thinking about all of the other random crap we used to do.

For example, BFL, Sissy, Freckles, Rejuba, Quintomom*, and I used to go to Circle K to get hot chocolate and we would put the little creamers in it. It was delicious! But on the way there we would be calling out the order in which we got to dispense the water. You see, the first cup of water to come out was so hot that you couldn't drink it for at least 15 minutes, but if you were the last, your water wasn't hot. The result of this was that we usually spent a ridiculous amount of time in the store waiting for the water to heat back up so the next person could get their hot chocolate.

And then we would have scavenger hunts. These were great! Probably not very safe, but whatever. We would break into two teams and put clues around town and then we would drive like crazy around town to try to win the contest.

And there are a million stories like that. All just as silly and small town as the last one. But so great.

It made me realize that you can't erase the history that you have.

Old friends are the best kind.

They know you.

And helped to make you the person that you are.

Relating to the title of this post, Dirty's dad one day said to her, "L-M-A-O."

You may need to know him to think it's funny.

It still makes me laugh to think about it though.

Is That Your Car?

Tyler is in the shop. It is the result of a car accident that happened years ago and crappy work by the body shop that repaired it back then.

In the meantime I have a rental car. A brand new rental car. Nothing spectacular though. Just a car.

So on Friday afternoon I was at the local market to visit the redbox so Dirty and I could watch a movie and have a drink when we got home.

As I was walking back out to my car I noticed a guy walking towards me and staring at me. I thought nothing of it and continued to make my way to the rental car. I then unlocked the door, got inside, started the car, and put it in reverse.

I was backing out of my parking space when I noticed the guy standing a few cars away. I made eye contact with him and he mouthed (or maybe said out loud, my window was up), "Is that your car?"

Well, I sure hope so, otherwise Hyundai is going to have to look into their keys unlocking and starting random cars.

A to Z and Everything In Between

I saw this on a friend's blog and thought it could fill a post while I come up with other hilarious stories to tell all of you:

A- Age: 28

B- Bed size: California King - which I love because I'm fairly certain that another person can sleep in it with me and never touch me during the night.

C- Chore you hate: Laundry - the process wears me out!

D- Dog's name: It used to be Ed. Well I suppose his name still is Ed, he just isn't my dog anymore.

E- Essential Food/Item: Peanut Butter aka Nectar of the Gods

F- Favorite color: Pink or Orange

G- Gold or Silver: Silver

H- Height: 5'5 - I think. Actually, I seem to remember getting measured recently and them telling me that I was 5'5.5 - I think it was wrong though.

I- I am: a lot of freaking fun!

J- Job: I wish I knew.

K- Kids: Someday.

L- Living Arrangements: A now beautifully decorated and mostly clean house with the most wonderful roommate!

M- Mom's name: Match.mom

N- Nickname: Airplane - obviously.

O- Overnight hospital stay: Technically I stayed at the hospital overnight when BiggieSmalls was born. I didn't sleep though. And I wasn't the patient.

P- Pet peeve: Tardiness. Period. Exclamation Point!

Q- Quote from a movie: "You called down the Thunder, well now you got it...You tell them I'm comin'. And hell's comin' with me. You hear? HELL'S COMIN' WITH ME!!"

R- Right or Left Handed: Right (and it is no coincidence that is a synonym for correct :))

S- Siblings: Sissy, Bunner, and SuperFan.

T- Time you wake up: it really depends on the day.

U- Unique thing about your car: Save the Tatas sticker?

V- Vegetable you hate: Baby Corn - is that even a real food?

W- Ways you run late: Rarely, but often due to Sissy...

X- X-rays you've had: Knee, entire right leg, teeth - I think that is it.

Y- Yummy food you make: All the food I make is yummy...hello!

Z- Zoo favorite: It doesn't matter as long as the nephews are there!

Another One Bites the Dust.

I signed on to Facebook last night and found out that Bro got engaged.

This is getting out of hand!

SATC

I have a lot of friends.

I'm not trying to be an asshole, but I truly value friendship, so when I find people I get along with, I make an effort to communicate with them.

I also have a mild obsession with Sex and the City. 

So last night I was having dinner with two friends - one was my former trainer, Viper* (who is expecting a baby in October.) The other was the nutritionist at the gym, Christmas* (who just got engaged.) I know - crazy, right?

As we enjoyed dinner and catching up, the subject somehow turned to my love life (or lack thereof.) As is fairly typical of that subject, I was telling the story of CageFighter. 

Let me stop right here and tell you about how freaked out I am by CageFighter's apparent love for me. I guess "freaked out" isn't the right phrase - totally confused is more the sentiment. 

You see, he has been telling me since I graduated that he loved me all through high school - and I never really believed him. Ten years later he is still chanting the same mantra, and I'm starting to think he may be serious.

So I was telling the girls all about this. I was explaining to them that he is a good-looking guy, with a smoking hot body - he could probably get lots of girls. I just can't understand why, after all these years, he still thinks I'm the one he wants. It really makes no sense. 

I'm not trying to be down on myself - like "why would he possibly want me?" Let's face it - I'm a catch. I'm just saying that he is travelling the world, meeting all kinds of people, we communicate mainly via IM, and see each other very rarely. I'm really inconvenient to his world.

Either way, I'm telling them this story and they ask what the problem is. 

Having never really thought about it before, I tell them that there is no denying that he's attractive. And I'm certainly  physically attracted to him. He has some maturity issues that need to be worked out (Viper pointed out that her husband is 27 years old and still has some maturity issues that he needs to work out), and I'm not sure I'm in love with the idea of dating a "fighter." 

So we talk about this for a while and then I say, "my biggest problem is probably the tattoo he has on his chest. It is a picture of his mom." 

Viper turned to me and said, "I think we have just entered an episode of Sex and the City."

What Does It All Mean?

(Warning: I'm about to get serious.)

I was reading a blog last night, and it made me think. (Scary, right?)

This person is an aspiring writer, and she is pretty good. She is clearly trying to get started by blogging, and that works for people.

As you read in an earlier post one of my life goals is to write and publish a book. I go back and forth on whether it would be fiction or non-fiction. Many of you know EID, and I am convinced that I could write a book based loosely on her life and it would be a hit. When I started this blog, I certainly didn't do it because I thought it would turn into a book. I actually didn't even know how many people would read it. Sure, I think my stories are funny, but would others?

And you may or may not know that some days I think that I want to go back to school.

The truth is, for all the smack I talk about SuperFan and her inability to make a career choice, I dream about doing something different every third day or so.

I really don't know what I want to be when I grow up. Because I want to be everything for a little while.

And I'm a little risk-averse. What if I go back to school and then don't like the job that comes from that? Is there a job out there that will make me happy? Not knowing for sure keeps me where I am.

So I've found myself wondering lately if I'm where I'm supposed to be.

That seems to be a waste of time.

Which brings me to my new goal - each day I am going to strive to be positive.

I am going to celebrate the fact that I got up that morning and could do whatever it is that needs to be done that day.

I am going to relish in the fact that I live in a country that affords me the freedom to dream and achieve.

I am going to smile, and hope that the world smiles with me.

And I am going to pray that I am right where I need to be.

Don't Drink The Water

Back in 2007 I wrote this post about weddings and babies.

Well, here we go again...

As I mentioned last month, Cribs got engaged and we had dinner to discuss weddings.

Then I went to a wedding with Diddy that weekend. In two weekends, I will go to another wedding. I currently don't have one scheduled for May, but I have two in June. Then one in July. Then I think I'm on a break until January. And then Cribs gets married in April 2011.

But don't worry, there will be lots of babies in between!

I'll make a list, that seems like the easiest way to do it:

• Freckles is due to have a baby boy in July
• One of my sorority sisters is going to have a baby girl any day now
• Bodybuilder is having a baby in September
• Rejuba is due in September
• Another cousin is due in November
• My old trainer is pregnant
• My hair dresser is pregnant

I know there are more...

Seriously, what is in the water??