Single and Free

Recently, my mom informed me she's worried I'm going to be alone forever, and more importantly, she really wants grandchildren...

Well, the thing is, I like my life. I like being alone in my amazing house with my two precious kitties. I like being able to come and go as I please. I like the peace and quiet (except I talk to myself so it's never really quiet). I like being able to leave my underwear laying out all over the place. I like leaving dirty dishes in the sink if I don't feel like loading the dishwasher. I like having an empty refrigerator because I don't have to cook if I don't want to. I like not having to worry about anyone but myself...well, and my kitties. :-)

She really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really wants me to sign up on Match.com because we know so many people who have done it and found amazing people to share their lives with. She thinks I need someone like that in my life, and maybe I do...someday, but for now, I'm content, and if I run into someone in the grocery store or the gas station in the meantime then I'll let fate run it's course, but until I feel like I'm ready to put myself out there and until I feel like I'm serious about letting someone share life with me then I'm content to be single and free.

Senior Night

Senior Prom

Easy Squeezy

Fans!

Bowl Game 2010

I love you mom! Thank you for worrying about me, but I'll be OK. I promise! :-)

The Sweet Life

Usually when I come home I'm met at the door by Whiskey and Echo. Today, however, they did not meet me, and they didn't come running when I called out my usual, "hi babies!" Obviously, I'm thinking they're up to no good, they've broken something and they're hiding, or maybe they're just too cool to meet me at the door anymore. But, in actuality, Echo was sprawled out in the recliner like a beached whale and Whiskey, if you can believe this, was stretched out as long as she gets right in front of the TV on top of the TV stand! That crazy girl! I see all this laziness and I'm thinking why can't this be my life? Why can't I lay around all day everyday without a care in the world? I would get bored after one day, I'm sure, but it still must be nice to be a cat. :-)

Elvis Sighting!

Lifetime Movie Network is one of my many vices (yes, I said MANY) and this morning when I turned on the television, already tuned into LMN because of course I was watching it when I shut the TV off the night before, this movie was playing:

I watched the first five minutes thinking I would flip the channel soon, but then I was hooked. I don't know if it was Blake Lively's horrible Texas drawl or the sad, brooding, bad boy quality of Max Minghella, but whatever it was I couldn't stop watching. And I really, really needed to get ready so I could head out to my parents for the day so what did I do? I recorded it on my DVR, of course! But was knowing I would have it recorded to watch when I returned home later enough for me? No way! I called my mom and asked her to record it too so I could watch the second hour when I got to her house! I must say I've always thought people who dress up like Elvis and "spot" Elvis everywhere were a few bricks short of a load, but if it's this Elvis I'm spotting then I want to see Elvis every day!

Reality Nerves

I promised I would tell you why reality TV makes me nervous, and I suppose I've put it off long enough, so here goes... I have absolutely no idea why, that's why! All I know is when I watch anything like Survivor, The Bachelor, or even The Next Design Star my heart starts beating really fast, my palms get sweaty, and my breathing is all choppy. It's kind of like a mini panic attack which are not fun, by the way. I don't know if it's because I'm super embarrassed because I can't believe what those people are doing on national television or if I'm just a complete crazy, but whatever the reason I stay as far away from reality TV as possible.

I can't even handle the news!

It's OK, you can say it...I'm a weirdo. Yes, I know this, and well, I consider it part of my charm. :-)

Words of Wisdom

THOSE WHO FART TOGETHER, STAY TOGETHER!

Thank you, Jesse, for farting with me for the last 11 years, and still loving me even when you wanted to gag!

Shaken, Not Stirred

Soooo, there was an earthquake in the good ole OK this morning! Craziness, I know! I mean, yes, we do have those darn twisters swirling around all the time causing most of us to run for our hidey holes, but earthquakes we can actually feel are practically unheard of. I must say I'm happy I don't live somewhere where earthquakes are prominent because my chair rolling around my desk with me in it was just a bit too creepy for this girl...

Chuck and the "L" word

I have a confession to make... I am completely 100% head over heels in LOVE with a fictional character. His name...Bartowski, Chuck Bartowski. I live for Monday nights at 7pm when his boyishly handsome face will appear on my television screen! He'll be on in one minute and I'm so excited my heart is going to beat right out of my chest! Woooo!

Ok, ok, I know I'm a little crazy for feeling the "L" word for a fictional character, but I suppose I just wish there was a real Chuck out there somewhere to love me the way he loves his blonde, butt-kicking, bombshell girlfriend Sarah...*sigh* I mean look at these two. Are they not gorgeous?

So, I suppose the question is, will I ever feel for a real man what I feel for Chuck Bartowski, Secret Agent Extraordinaire? The world may never know...

P.S. Chuck is also one of the few television shows that does not make me nervous. Why do shows make me nervous, you ask? We'll keep that story for another day!

The Beginning

I'm not really sure why I started this blog. I suppose it could be because practically everyone I know has one and I wanted to fit in or maybe I was just bored. I have no idea what I'm going to write or when I'm going to write, and it won't hurt my feelings a bit if you decide I'm the most boring person on the planet and never read anything past this first post. I suppose I just need an outlet of sorts and since a diary, something I would actually have to write in (gag), is completely out of the question then a blog is the next best thing. Plus, it's so 2010 and who am I not to keep up with the times? So, until next time when, hopefully, I'll have thought of something amazing and interesting to write about, you can sit on the edges of your seats with anticipation. Peace out.