What I am looking for next...


I bought a chunky bracelet the other day that inspired me, and I intend to wear it with every outfit that it matches. In a very pretty script it says: "Do Not Settle For Less." So there you have it... and I do not intend to. A best friend once told me, "I would rather be alone than with someone that made me unhappy." I get that now.

Another wise influence in my life once stated that people will continue to be disappointed because they do not know what it is they are really looking for. I have started a list of what I want, and hold full rights to make additions as I see needed:

Someone who makes me laugh every day, not just on occasion.


Someone who will meet me at the gas station to pump my gas because I despise the chore of it.

Someone who tells me I am beautiful when I wake up in the morning knowing my hair is a mess, and still really means it.

Someone who calls just to say "I love you" with no other agenda.

Someone who asks my opinion and listens, because he genuinely wants it and wants to include me in making decisions.

Someone who will call me out on my bossiness, but also give in when appropriate.

Someone who is just possessive enough to make me feel wanted but not caged.

Someone who will scrape/defrost my windshield on unbearably cold mornings.

Someone who expresses equal excitement about our future together.

Someone who enjoys surprising me with other various sweet little deeds to further show his love and commitment.

FOR YOU (you know who you are!):

2-4-6-8 hope you soon recooperate!!



(Picture me with Pom-pons doing the above cheer for MMP! ::herkie:: ::toe touch::)

So, Miss Mud Puddle has had some recent surgery, and I asked her to keep me updated with the process.... because after all- I am such a GREAT friend and overall fabulously caring person in general- (and think highly of myself apparently)! Anyway, enough about lil' ol' me... back to Mud... I did get updates through out the process, including numerous texts from her while she was preparing to go "under the knife."

I was even privileged enough to receive photos of her surgery garments, as she seemed to be enamored with her disposable bra and panties that she was going to debut for the doctors!

And I am still not quite sure how she snuck her phone with her, but once loaded up on what I could only assume were some fascinating drugs including Valium, I got this text:

"I'm like a paper doll wit paper clothes & a paper hat... 'Cept they just loaded me up with val and something that starts with a T!? Bye hookas!!!"

Post-surgery I was privileged to further updates such as:

"I'm seeping."

"It looks like I had my period all over my side... but it's not period blood."

"Holymotherfriggenjezushelpme I'm sore."


This is what I have always thought!


So in my new found appreciation of law enforcement, I have decided to dress as a sexy sassy cop. And my dear best (actual) police officer friend has so willingly agreed to join me dressed as a convict. We will be a fabulous pair! Just love it when a great plan comes together!

Underneath My Clothes

The finest clothing made is a person's skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this. ~Mark Twain

My closet and the mountains of clothing in my home give me anxiety. I have no one else to blame really, it is all mine. Oh wait, I blame Eve! I would be perfectly fine wearing nothing but a fig leaf. But, noooo this got ruined early on! Now this is only acceptable for Britney to do in concert while singing "I'm a Slave 4 you!"

I need help. I am enlisting a very honest friend to come over and spout of at the mouth with purging inspirational words like "That is hideous!" or "Dear God, please do not ever wear that in public..!"

I'll let you know if we make a dent.....

I get this A LOT lately.......

Country Club to Back-woods Country

I am slowly but surely becoming a "Backwoods Barbie."

This weekend I was taken four-wheeler riding. Only my second time on a four-wheeler ever- first time in mud!

I had a blast. A BLAST! I even drove tha' thing, and despite a few instances where I got the bike in some awkward positions and tried to break my wrist, I was pretty good!

I got muddy! I peed in the woods! I made my country back woods friend proud! I have some bruises (including one on my lip from drinking and riding!) and some bug bites. But I am now a lil' more countrified.

I feel as if I could make this somewhat of a habit. And my wonderful friend bought me the perfect accessory for next time to be a 100% BACKWOODS BARBIE:


AREN'T THEY PERFECT!?!?!

Wow, this was my life....

From the trailer, the new movie Fireproof, portrays my expirience as the "Desperate FireHouse Wife." Some of the scenes and conversations shown here hit a little too close to home...


Thank you, FRIEND!

I have 141 contacts in my cell phone. And I have more than that many "Myspace friends." But there are those times when you really need something and you are halfway through your contacts list before you come to the name of a person you think might be willing to assist. Amazing the number of "friends" we have versus mere acquaintances.


A while back I walked out of my house with an armful of various items, unlocked my car, threw the items down in my passengers seat and proceeded to start my car. Nothing. It wouldn't turn over at all. Ugh. What are my options......?


Call the fire department guys at the station right down the street to come assist? I am a former "Desperate Firehouse Wife" after all, but "former" makes all the difference- I won't even try that one!


Call the ex that I am still trying to be cordial with because he lives only a mile away?....actually I was naive enough to try this one! That didn't go over well, I got a "Sucks for you!" ....well, so much for being cordial!


My two best girlfriends each live -give or take- 30 minutes away.... and though I do know how to do the whole jumper cable thing, I was not even sure they would have any, because I sure didn't! And the majority of my other close friends are mommies, whom I did not want to inconvenience. My best guy friend was working out of town and the other good guy friends are off at college.


My closest family lives 3 hours away...SIGH... I was pissed, frustrated, and any other similar emotion with the realization that I was kinda on my own! So, I took a chance: I called and "aquantance" that happened to be a very good friend of my best girl-friend. He actually came to my rescue (and even though he laughed at me because I had left my car half-on and that is the reason it died) I am forever grateful. After all, it is funny situations that bring people closer -from the level of aquatance- together as friends.


I am very pleased that I thought to call him that night and thankful he was willing and able to come. Since then, he has proven to be quite an asset as a friend. It is nice at this time to have a reliable male I can count on to assist me in my various times of need. So, thank you, new found friend!

I sat in the open cage provided




Book Tag!

Miss Mud Puddle tagged me...

Rules: Grab the nearest book.
Open the book to page 56.
Find the fifth sentence.
Post the text of the next 2 to 5 sentences in your blog.
Don’t dig for your fav book, a cool book, or intellectual one: the CLOSEST.

"EXPRESS YOUR SELF. Once you have a voice- the words you want to say- you must also give voice to those words, You must be able to express your voice so that everyone knows that you are the one who's speaking."

----The Leadership Challenge, 3rd Edition
(A book we give new faculty members @ work)



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