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Monday, June 30, 2008

Three Things

Three Things......

THAT SCARE ME: heights, spiders, and flying

...I LOVE: God, my family, and my friends (Sorry, Kel, I stole your answer)

...I HATE: cold weather (really just in January and February), when the Colts lose a game, and olives

...I'M DOING RIGHT NOW: doing this meme, “working,” and sippin’ on my Polar Pop (with crushed ice)

...I CAN DO: memes. No really - I can bake (kind of), work 3 jobs, and I am very good at reading gossip magazines

....I CAN'T DO: sew, walk slowly (I obviously can, but it is hard for me), and cook things on the grill

...THAT ARE MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FOODS: cookie dough, ice cream, and chocolate. All 3 together are lovely.

....SHOWS I WATCHED WHEN I WAS A KID: Little House on the Prairie, Today’s Special, and Guiding Light

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Whorrible

Oooops.....I meant horrible. Have you heard Heidi Montag's new track? Thanks to my stalking of People.com, I did. I really, really wish that I hadn't. I can't ever get those 2 minutes and 50 seconds of my life back. Trust me, I could have done a whole lot with that time. Seriously, I just don't think you've got it, Heidi. So sorry.

And yes. I am 32 years old and I watch The Hills. I read the following on Eonline:

In case you had forgotten why The Hills is routinely the highest rated show for the 18-34 female demographic, we can’t figure it out either. Is it the margarine-thick tension you could cut with a breeze? Is it the way that the cast tells you what emotions they are feeling, since you can’t deduce it from their creepy, expressionless faces? Or are young women just really into watching other young women move food around the inside of their mouths? Please explain yourselves.

So there ARE people in their 30s who watch The Hills. Whew! I'm safe...

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

What's Up With That?

A few nights ago I went to my friend Emily's house to watch The Bachelorette. After a not-so-dramatic rose ceremony (and lots of chatting in-between), I left and stopped at Wal-mart on the way home. When I walked in the door it was close to midnight. Here are some questions I asked myself, and the answers I thought of as well:


1) Why are there always 32 people in each line at Wal-mart, even at midnight?


Um, I don't know, but I should: I worked there for 3 summers during college.


2) Why do I always manage to find 17 things I don't need, but forget the one thing that I stopped there for?


I don't know, but I do it at every store. It's not just at Wal-mart.


3) Why is there a 3-year-old shopping with her mom at midnight on a Monday?

I really, really have no idea. I promise I wasn't dreaming!


4) Why is it that when I'm just going to run in "real quick" I don't come out for an hour?

See question 2.

5) Why is it that I talked to my sister yesterday and she said, "I went to Wal-mart to get 4 things today. When I was walking out I looked at my receipt. I bought 33 things".

See, it is NOT just me!

Sunday, June 15, 2008

My Father, The Hero



For Father's Day, I attempted to find a nice poem that would sum up the appreciation I have for my dad. One of the Google searches resulted in this:
Father poems from daughter
father poems from daughter, dancing daughter father, daughter father mother relationship ... stories mom " special mom son time " father poems from daughter ...www.aproxis.com/ebuvideo=425 - Cached

Now, if I tell you not to go to this site, of course you'll want to. But seriously. It is no where near the sentimental father/daughter poem I wanted. Let's just say that. I shudder to think of the little girls who are frantically surfing the net for Father's Day, and happen to stumble upon what I did. In any event, I chose to scratch the quote search and decided to write my own little thing for him. (err...not so little. Sorry!)

So, I know I'm not the first daughter to call her dad the "best dad in the world," but mine REALLY is. He performs SO many acts of kindness, most of them at random. His joy comes from making others happy, especially those in need. Whenever I catch him doing something for someone, I always want to go out and tell everyone how wonderful my dad really is. He doesn't like it when I do that, I think because he is such a humble person and doesn't want to be put up on a pedestal. But I'm gonna anyway.

Aside from being a Stephen Minister, doing volunteer work, and picking up trash when he runs 5 days a week, he still donates so much of what he has to others. My sisters and I always joke about him spending our inheritance..."Dad, are you sure giving to those nuns in Central America is what you really want to do???" Of course we are kidding. We love nuns. And I hear Central America is quite nice, too. But he TRULY is an example of how all of us should be more giving, and not just with money.

It is funny to walk out of the RCA Dome with my dad after a Colts win. He's obviously overjoyed, but he always finds some way to console a fan of the other team in the crowd. Sometimes the people look at him as though my dad is mocking them (more along the lines of something his youngest daughter might do), but it's amazing to see the look in their eye when they figure out, "Wait...this guy is for real." Then I stick my tongue out at them.

What really amazes me is how accepting my dad is of others. Black, white, gay, straight, Jewish, Christian, Reds fans, even Cubbies fans.....he will truly accept anyone. I have made a few monumental mistakes in my day, and my dad will always just give me a hug and tell me, "It's okay." There's no lecturing (at least not at first), no shaking his finger....just, "It's okay." I think this is what children want the most from their fathers, just to know that they will always be loved and accepted no matter what. So, even if I were to do the unthinkable - convert to a Cubbies fan - my dad would still love me anyway.

God has blessed me with not only the best dad in the world, but the best man. And don't worry, dad. I would more likely convert to Hinduism than to a Cubbies fan.

Happy Father's Day, dad!

Monday, June 9, 2008

Walk Much?

I don't really consider myself a clumsy person. Sure, I've fallen once or twice- always at the wrong moments. Once, I tripped into an elevator while I was trying to impress some guys. At our wedding, I tripped over my dress while walking down the aisle. Luckily both times I didn't fall, but it was pretty obvious that I have trouble walking!


Sunday morning I woke up around 5 to take some medicine for my back. It was still dark outside, so I carefully walked to the bathroom. On the way back to bed, I must have gotten off-track and ended up tripping over the laundry basket and falling into our bed. Actually, not the bed- the wooden bed frame. My arm ended up between the mattress and the frame. Needless to say, it kinda hurt. Keith immediately jumped out of bed and asked if I was okay. I'm sure I scared the living daylights out of him with all of the racket I made! Anyways, I was fine but my arm felt pretty sore. Yesterday I woke up and saw that I had a slight bruise. I really thought it would be bigger, and secretly hoped that it was bigger than that to prove just how hard I had fallen!

Today I went to the chiropractor who had asked if I had done anything unusual the past couple of days. I had told him my back felt great Saturday night after my adjustment, but last night it was really tightening up. I told him that I couldn't think of anything different that I had done. Then he asked, "What happened to your arm?" I mentioned that I fell into the bed yesterday, and said maybe that was what was making my back sore. His response: "You think?" Haha! Okay, so maybe that was a dumb thing to say. On my way out the door, he told me to ice my back, do my stretches, and oh, yeah- don't fall or get hit by any cars. Check, check, and check!
Anywho, I decided to take a picture of the bruise just because it actually looks quite terrible today:

Here's to hoping I can stay on my two feet at least until my back is healed!

Saturday, June 7, 2008

Belated Shout Out

Sorry this is a few days late, but I just wanted to thank everyone for a wonderful birthday! I loved all of my gifts, my singing phone messages, and most of all spending time with my f & f. And I ESPECIALLY loved having 3 cakes on my birthday - YUM. I still feel a little sick from eating so much. And last but not least, special shout out to my sistahs for braving it on a Wednesday night and coming out to celebrate! Love you guys!




The family at OG - why is Papa Stan all by himself?



What's up with the scary eyes, D? Special props to Darren for picking out a dress for me ALL on his own from my favorite store......what more could a girl ask for???!!!

Kelly decided to go all sassy on us.





Thursday, June 5, 2008

The Bachelorette

I don't think it is a secret that my sisters and I (and our mom, too!) love watching The Bachelorette. It's funny how reality t.v. can get you all fired up! We enjoy discussing who will go home each week, or who we think would be a perfect match for DeAnna, this season's bachelorette.

Lately we have been hanging out with the WINOS to watch the show. It is fun to hear everyone's opinions on the guys and to predict who will be eliminated. I don't think we were shocked when we found out who was sent home during this week's episode. I can tell who a couple of her favorites are, so it will be interesting to see who ends up as the final two.

I've put a poll on the blog to see who everyone thinks DeAnna will pick at the end. Will it be the WINOS fave, Jason-Davey? Or perhaps the guy that she seems to have the biggest connection with- Jeremy? Perhaps it will just be fun-loving Jesse. Who knows? It WILL be interesting to see what everyone is thinking, though! Go ahead and vote for who you think will be the one to get the final rose at the MOST DRAMATIC ROSE CEREMONY EVER!

Monday, June 2, 2008

My Linda-ism

In our family, we have a saying for ditzy comments: Linda-isms. Here's mine for the week.

Two exectives, named Scott and Dixon, often call for my boss, Laura. They actually work for the company that owns Marsh, and they are based out of Florida. They are both like "Oz." Most of us haven't met them; we just know who they are. Anyway, Dixon called for my boss and needed her ASAP. I proceeded to go upstairs and found her talking to our CEO and CFO in the hallway. She can be a bit "Miranda Preistly" at times, so I interrupted them very nicely.

H: "Um, Laura? Scott Dixon is on the phone for you."

She looks at me as though I'm nuts.

L: "Who?" she asks.

H: "Scott DIXON." I pronunciate very clearly, like I do with the elderly who have bad hearing aids.

Our CEO laughs and pipes up, "You mean the Indy 500 winner?"

YEAH. Scott Dixon was the driver who won the race last weekend. Smartie here combined the two guys' names. If my boss had a better sense of humor, I would totally have put a "Helio Castroneves called while you were out" note on her desk.