Dreams

I have the strangest dreams sometime and I can almost always find an explanation later. It usually has to do with something I saw on tv, read about, or talked to a friend about. It took a friend pointing out a previous conversation to explain a dream I had last night. I guess that goes to show that my subconscience was really working overdrive!

Much easier indeed

It's so much easier to suggest solutions when you don't know too much about the problem. - Malcolm Forbes

I'm moving!!!!!!

I'm moving at the end of June and with everyone getting out of school, taking vacations, and attending family reunions, I thought I'd send out an email (early) with my new apartment address. It was just a simple FYI email that I thought people would file away. WRONG!!! I can't tell you how many emails I've received that went along the lines of:

"OMG, are you engaged?"

"Are you moving in with Scott?" "Is he moving in with you?"

Or my all time favorite:

"Why?"

All of these questions puzzled me. I can't imagine why on earth people wouldn't just take something at face value. Oh well, I'll just interpret it as people being genuinely interested in my life. :)

25 no um, 26

Recently I was asked my age. I automatically said 25. Nope, wrong. I'm 26 but that was just the first time I had been asked my age since my birthday in April.

Sheesh....denial much?

Bad Workout

I had a really bad workout tonight. Not the kind where I wasn't pushing myself or goofing off. It was the kind where I literally left the trainer's side crying. He kept asking me what was wrong with me. Why wasn't I putting forth my best effort? Did I eat enough today? Was I sick? Did I have a bad day? Any/all of the above I guess... I don't know what in the world is wrong with me. I felt so frustrated and defeated leaving there. Sheesh...

How true it is...

I was watching Grey's Anatomy last night when Meredith said:

"Don't wonder why people are crazy, wonder why they aren't."

How true that is on so many levels.

Most people who know me have heard the stories about my crazy family. What they do, what they don't do... And, like myself, often they wonder why I didn't turn out as crazy as them. Divine intervention? Common sense? Genetic lottery? All of the above in my opinion. Don't misunderstand, I'm not saying I'm better than anyone by any means. I'm just simply stating the facts...

P.S. I Love You

Recently, I mentioned to Scott that I wanted to see the movie P.S. I Love You with Hillary Swank. Much to my surprise he bought it for me several days later! :) On Sunday afternoon, after the 5 hour drive home from Dallas, we decided to relax and unwind and finally watch it. I was already feeling a little emotional given the recent drama with family members and the looming pms. I knew better...yet I still couldn't help myself. I cried and cried and cried. Did I mention that I cried? It was extremely touching and mushy with some really good points. I won't spoil the movie for those that want to see it, but I will warn you. If you are feeling weepy, be careful that the waterworks may follow shortly into watching the movie.

Check out the website for other great information about P.S. I Love You:

http://psiloveyoumovie.warnerbros.com/

And I thought I had bad luck...

I'm sitting here finishing up my morning routine and something on the Fox News tv catches my eye... A lady has been struck in the face by a diving pelican while swimming in Florida. Now, I'm constantly thinking how bad luck finds me, follows me, and even laughs at me. But this poor lady...I mean, really, what are the odds? 20 stitches later on her left cheek. Can you imagine? I mean, how do you even explain that injury to someone. It sounds like "my dog ate my homework" or something just as far-fetched. I'm just at a loss for words. (Rare, I know!!)

You can read the story for yourself if you are just as intrigued as me:

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,354882,00.html

Comfort

Maybe it's just me, but I seem to run the other direction when it comes to comfort. I don't mean comfort as in my bed, sofa, or desk chair (which sucks by the way). I mean emotional comfort. Obviously I'm willing to admit that I turn to food for comfort, but I can't really say that I turn to people very much. I see myself more as "venting" to my friends but not really seeking out comfort from them. I almost just need an ear to listen more than the physical closeness of being comforted. (i.e. hugs, etc.) This drives my boyfriend absolutely insane. His immediate reaction is to swoop me up and surround me with hugs, kisses, etc. My immediate reaction, on the other hand, is to just take some time, process everything around me and then seek out comfort. I have been told that because I'm so independent I'm just naturally like this, but I think it has something to do with my lack of trusting others.

Hmmm...

Who needs therapy, when I've got a blog?

Three

You know how the old saying goes? Deaths and births come in 3's. Well, lately I am starting to believe that. Honest to goodness, within hours maybe days, I hear about multiple deaths or births. I should do some research to see where this saying originates. Maybe it's just a thing in the south? I don't really know but it's kind of starting to freak me out.

Breakfast/Lunch

I had an egg-white omelette this morning for breakfast and either I was really hungry or it was really good, because it tasted so yummy and I could have easily eaten 2 more. Of course, that wouldn't help out the dieting situation because it kind of defeats the purpose to gorge on food.

Now it's lunch time and everyone around me is either eating food from home or take-out and it all smells so good. I must be more hungry today than I thought! Sheesh...

Definitions:

Workplace:

Firedrill-everyone in a panic (having their panties in a wad) over something usually not that serious.

Drunk Monkeys (stealing this one) - those that cannot/will not make sure that their work is legible and/or coherent thus making them act like a monkey that has been drinking alcohol.


Today, I've had several firedrills with drunk monkeys and it is still early.

I caved.

The bottom line is that I caved. I honestly have been resisting the urge to start the life of a blogger, but today I caved. At some point all the suggestions just seemed too appealing and my curiosity got the best of me. So, ta da...my blog was created. Thankfully caving in this instance is a good thing. :)