New Orleans/Mardi Gras miss, Baton Rouge blessing

So this past weekend was my Mardi Gras "adventure," if you can all it that. K got stuck at work a little late Friday night, so we didn't leave until about 8:45, which put us in New Orleans at about 12:30 in the morning. We stayed with my friend, who I hadn't seen in years, so we talked to him for a while before going to bed. K pretty much passed out, but this stupid hedgehog that was in the room with us kept me up all night! We slept in on Saturday (as much as we could with the dang hedgehog making all that noise burrowing under the newspaper in his little cage) before going to lunch with my friend.

The parades that day got cancelled because of rain, so that sucked. We drove around the city for a bit. We got stuck in traffic for over two hours, but we didn't care because (1) we were together, and (2) we had my homemade chocolate chip cookies in the car with us. We wound up meeting K's friend Rob at his girlfriend's house. Rob is in the Army with K, and I'd met his girlfriend a few times before. So we went to dinner with them at this wonderful restaurant -- the Cheesecake Bistro. Of course we had cheesecake for dessert. It was amazing.

I took some pictures of the city when we were driving around. You could definitley tell New Orleans had been hit by a hurricane, but it didn't look like it had been completely flooded for weeks.

























































Then, we went to Bourbon Street and a bar called the Cat's Meow. It was kinda fun, but we missed the whole Bourbon Street atmosphere because we were in the bar the whole time. I did take a couple quick pictures before we left:





























So that night, K and I decided to try to find a hotel room so we could actually sleep. We figured it would be tough, but given that Bourbon Street wasn't that crowded, we were hopeful. For no reason, it turned out. We drove all over west New Orleans looking for a hotel with vacancy. We stopped all along the highway with no luck. Finally, at about 5:30 a.m., we found a hotel room at a Best Western in Baton Rouge. So we got a little sleep and a nice shower.

It turned out to be a good thing that we wound up in Baton Rouge. We got to see the swamp during the day, which is really cool (sorry for the shots from the car):




























We drove around Baton Rouge for a bit. Then, we saw this pretty area by the Mississippi River with a couple fountains and nice benches and even a ship. So we walked around there and talked. It was a really nice day out, so it was wonderful. There were several older (40-ish -- older than us) couples who were walking around holding hands or cuddling on benches. I told K that I hope I'm one of those people someday.

At that very point, we had reached a fountain. K pulled out a nickel and told me to make a wish. He said he didn't have any pennies, but if one cent is good luck, imagine how much luck five cents is. I told him to make the wish. He did, and he tossed the nickel into the water. I didn't have to ask him what his wish was. I'm pretty sure it was exactly what I would have wished for -- exactly what my words had really meant just as we'd gotten to the fountain.

Mouth closed, please!

Okay, so I'd like to consider myself a pretty positive person. I prefer to not rant on this thing forever about things that drive me nuts, but I'll make a quick exception today.

It drives me nuts when people eat things with their mouths open just to hear the crunching sound it makes. Many times this works only for the first bite, then they close their mouths and chew like people who weren't raised in a barn. My first boyfriend did this with french fries. Other things people like to hear themselves crunch on: pickles, chips, cereal, popcorn.

And it's popcorn that I'm hearing from a coworker right now. Thank goodness it's one of those mini-bags, or I think I'd have to scream!

*happy thoughts again*

Headed to Nawlins

So today's the big day that I'm going to drive to K's and then head on to New Orleans for my first Mardi Gras experience... Should be crazy! I'm kinda worried and a little scared, but I'm sure it'll be fine.

The only other time I've been to New Orleans was when we (OU) played in the Sugar Bowl my junior year in college (Jan. '04). I wasn't 21 yet, I'd never been drunk and I wasn't much of a partier at the time. Not that I am now, but maybe I'll enjoy it more this time around. I did have a drink last time -- you can't walk down Bourbon Street without one. It's just what you do. But this time I'll be there with K and his friends, so I'm sure it'll be a blast. And I'll be surrounded by big buff Army guys who will be there to protect me. Actually, they'll be there to drink, but you know what I mean. :)

I was lucky enough to do the whole Times Square thing for New Years with K. I was worried about that, too (something about being surrounded by thousands of drunk people always makes me nervous), but it turned out just fine. No one even threw up near me! Let's just hope Mardi Gras is the same. (yeah right)

One hot gecko!

So I've decided I need to make shorter posts, and I'd really like to add more pictures. Here's one that fits both!

Have you seen the Geico commercial with the gecko who's talking to a lizard or frog or something (I can't remember which)? Well, he's talking with this great Australian accent. He's so cute!!
Unfortunately, this is the only picture I could find just real quick online, but if you've seen the commercial, you know what I mean.

And honestly, I think it's more the accent than anything. Think about it -- there's just something about Australian guys! Mel Gibson, Keith Urban, Hugh Jackman...

Meant to be?

So I've had a busy past few days! I left work early Friday and drove to Louisiana. K and I exchanged Valentine's Day gifts. He got me (in addition to the flowers and chocolates he'd had sent to me) a gift basket from Bath & Body Works. Last time he was here visiting me, we had gone to the mall and dropped in there. They had a new scent -- Cherry Blossom. We both really liked it (Coconut Lime Verbena is still my favorite). What was funny is that the day before I had actually gone and bought the Cherry Blossom shower gel. I had decided I was going to have to go back and get the lotion because I really liked it. Well, the gift basket had the body cream (lotion), shower scrub and body spray. And a loofa! So I'm set now. I hope he wasn't trying to tell me I smell bad! ;)

He also made me the perfect gift for me, since it combined pictures and music. He made a little slide show with three songs that always remind me of him -- "Sweet Home Alabama," which he serenaded me with the night we met; "Collide" (Howie Day), which is our song; and "You're Beautiful," by James Blunt. The pictures started from the night we met and went up until the last ones we'd taken the last time we'd seen each other. It was awesome! I know he spent a lot of time on it.

He really liked his card, too. He stared at it for the longest time. He even said he couldn't believe I made it. I wouldn't go that far -- it definitely looks homemade. But it was definitely made from the heart.

We flew to Georgia the next day to visit some his friends, D & P (they're married). We had such a good time with them. I thought Georgia was absolutely beautiful, and it was so good to finally meet D & P. K said that D is one of his best friends from the Army. And P told me that K is like the little brother she never had, so that's cool.

Savannah is a really neat place. We drove around River Street and through a handful of the billion town squares that are all over the town. We went to several of the little pubs and really had a good time. The first night we were there, we went out with D & P and a married couple they're friends with. So of course we did the girl trip to the bathroom, and P and her friend were asking me all these questions about K and me. I told them how I really felt -- that I know I want to marry him, and that I've felt that way since the first month we met. P was really excited and kept giving me hugs. She said, "You can tell he's so happy. He looks at you like you're the only woman in the world. I've never seen him this happy." So that was really cool.

The next night, I actually wound up talking about the same thing with D. It just came up in our conversation. He said that he and P were both really excited for us because they see for the first time in years a couple who reminds them of how they were before they got married, and how they still are today. He had a lot of great things to say, and it was a really great conversation. It made me so happy to know that such close friends of his can look at us and say "these two go together."

The weekend really flew by. We kind of lounged around during the day and went out to the pubs at night, including a haunted pub. Our flight was delayed so much that we'd have missed our connecting flight back to Louisiana, so we wound up staying an extra day, which was cool. We got back from Georgia Tuesday night at about 10, and back to K's at about 11. I had to get up at 5 a.m. to head back to Texas for work. I was exhausted driving, but it was all worth it.

And I'll be driving again tomorrow to K's to go to Mardi Gras! That'll be interesting...

Flowers for everyone!

So I'm exhausted because I've been up getting K's gifts all ready and finished for tomorrow. I'm pretty proud of his card, if I do say so.

For now, I thought I'd share my flowers with everyone:



Unfortunately, I still have to shower and pack, and it's 12:30. I have work all day and a five-hour drive, so I've gotta get going!

The grinch who stole Valentine's Day

So I have to say I'm afraid I may have let my emotions go too far yesterday. K had sent me flowers at home on Monday, but I was at work. I called my apartment office yesterday (Tuesday) morning to ask if they could take them to my apartment that day, since the office opens after I leave for work and closes before I get home. I was told to fax a signed request for them to do so. I did it immediately. This was just after 10 a.m. yesterday.

So when I got home last night, I was pretty perturbed to see that there were no flowers in my apartment. I called the office and left a message on the emergency line so I could speak with someone that night. A maintenance guy called me shortly after, but he said there was no way that he could get into the package room because he didn't have a key. (More frustration.)

I then called the office to express this to the voicemail. I said I was upset because the package had arrived on Monday, so I called first thing Tuesday to have it brought to my apartment. I had immediately sent the fax as requested. I said, "I understand that it's not your job to deliver my packages to my apartment, but at the same time, your office is called 'resident services.'" I said since the office hours didn't work for my schedule, I had no other choice but to ask them to deliver it for me. I said it wouldn't be a big deal if it was any other kind of package, but my boyfriend had spent time picking the flowers out and spent money on them. The longer it takes for me to get them, the less I will see them before they die. I said, "I hope your office workers are at least enjoying them, because I have no idea what they look like." *blushing*

The thing is, when I get really frustrated or angry, I cry. I hate it. It makes me feel like people will think I'm weak or some big baby who cries when she doesn't get her way. But that's not it. It's just what has always happened to me when I'm angry. And what really sucks is that when you're really fired up, the last thing you want to do is cry because then it projects something totally different than what you're feeling or sometimes even different than what you want to project.

So I found myself sitting on my living room couch crying because I knew K had sent me these flowers and spent money on them. Since I'll be gone this weekend, if the flowers were in my apartment when I get home Wenesday (today), I would only be able to enjoy them one night at home because I'm leaving Thursday straight from work. And I'll be gone until Tuesday. The flowers could be dead by then, for all I know.

I couldn't understand why I was crying about the damn flowers! I mean, there are people who would love to have flowers waiting for them in the office. Just the fact they had them would be enough. I know that, and I did then. What was bothering me most is that I knew K had spent money on them and wanted me to have them, and they were sitting in an office dying. He had gone to all that effort to do something really nice for me, and it just wasn't working out.

So I talked to K after he got out of the gym, and he was kind of frustrated about it, too, but he said it would be fine and I could get them the next day. He said I should bring them with me to Louisiana (won't it be fun guarding a vase in the passenger's seat for five hours, at least one of which will be in city traffic?). He told me the flowers should be fine, though, because they were in a box. That made me feel very relieved because it wasn't like they'd be in a vase already bloomed and dying.

I waited today outside the office to pick up the flowers, and I drove to work so I would get there on time. At least this way I can enjoy the flowers today and tomorrow, and possibly take them with me to Louisiana. We'll see. Anyway, the office people were nice to me. I'm guessing they hadn't gotten my message yet. I called K to thank him for the flowers, and I told him I felt bad about the message I had left. I told him I knew I would feel bad later when I was leaving it, but I didn't care at the time. He said, "No, you had a good point. You were right. You had to be a little of a bitch to get your point across." Which made me feel better. The worst thing I said in the message was the resident services thing and the "I hope the office workers are enjoying them" part. Part of me still wonders if I should send an "I'm sorry I'm a jerk" card to them or something... I can only hope they'll just forget about it eventually and not throw a bag of dog poop into my apartment or something like that.

Valentine's Day!

So today is the big romance day, or the day from hell, or whatever you want to think of it as, depending on your relationship status. K has done as I expected he would for our first Valentine's Day. I got home last night after having dinner with the girls to find yet another package notification on my door. This time, though, it was left in the office. Go figure, since I figured this one was probably flowers.

I called K and told him I had gotten the pkg. notice and asked if he knew anything about it. Of course he said no, but he said it in a way that meant that he knew exactly what it was. I told him that it was left in the office, and he groaned in annoyance.

My apartment office has the worst hours ever -- 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. Considering that I leave for work by 8:30 a.m. and don't get home until 6:30 p.m. on even those rare early days, it's inconvenient that they didn't just leave it in my apartment this time. I thought about driving to work instead of taking the train so I could wait until the office opened to pick up the package (I hadn't called yet to find out the office opened at 10). I was trying to figure out what the best thing woud be to do, but it depended on the package. I asked him if it was flowers, and he said yes. He wouldn't tell me what kind they are, though.

So today I had to fax a signed letter to my apartment office asking them to leave the flowers inside my apartment for me. So that'll be a nice surprise when I get home. :) (surprise since I don't know what they look like)

Last weekend I went to visit K, and we had been hanging out with some guys he works with at their apartment. One of the guy's girlfriends was visiting from Kentucky. I had never met her before. She was so gorgeous, and so nice and sweet.

When K and I got back to his place, I was talking about how nice she was and how much I liked her. K said, "Yeah, it just bothers me that much more now that she's dating such an ass."

Evidently she's been cheated on by her boyfriend many times, and she probably has no idea.
"I don't understand why guys do that," I said. "They can be dating a girl who's so pretty and so nice, but they still cheat on her. It happens to her, it happened to Halle Berry... It just doesn't make sense. I don't understand guys."

K said, "Well, you'll never have to worry about that."

"Oh yeah?" I asked. "I already have -- three times. How about I won't have to worry with you." (All three of my previous boyfriends cheated on me.)

So K, obviously joking, said, "Well, you just better make sure I don't go to Argentina until after we get married because a lot of supermodels are from there."

So I had a couple things to rag him on from that statement: 1) Argentina 2)"before we get married." At first, I thought I'd let the marriage comment slide and not bust him on it. Then, I said screw it and called him on it. "Until after we get married?" I asked him slyly.
I had busted him. He had absolutely no idea he had said it -- it had completely slipped out. Needless to say, I was fine with the slip-up. He was actually a little embarrassed that he had said it and hadn't even noticed. Maybe it's because he has something planned??

Blessing and a bad thing

What is both a blessing and a bad thing about my job is that there is a lot of down time. It's part of the reason I feel less secure in my job. I keep thinking they'll realize in the department that if they all took on a bit more each, they wouldn't need me, and they'd send me packing and give each other raises with the money they'd save. The good thing about it is that it allows me time to surf the internet, time to do this (which I thought I'd never do) and time to get sleepy. Which is bad.

To combat the spells of tiredness, I drink a lot of water during the day. Not an ungodly amount, but enough that I have to use the restroom every hour or so at least. I'm convinced the woman whose office is across from the bathroom thinks I have a bladder problem. It also sucks when I'm on my way home on the train (yay for mass transit!) and I have to go, because after I get off the train I still have about a 20-minute drive home.

I've also brought snacks to keep in my desk to give me little perks when I feel myself starting to doze off. What's bad is that I've found myself at 10:30 wanting to eat a mini Baby Ruth or Butterfinger. Just because it's chocolate and it sounds good. I'm not some chick with an eating disorder or someone who's worried about my weight or anything, but it just can't be good to eat chocolate every day at 10:30, no matter how small it is. And when you consider that I eat more than enough of my share of junk on a daily basis anyway...

Awaiting surprises

I have to say that I'm very excited about Valentine's Day. It'll be my first with K, and I know it'll be amazing. Last Thursday night when I got home from work, I had a note on my door that I had gotten a package that had been left on my balcony. I wasn't expecting a package, so I was very surprised when I went to my balcony to find a box marked "Godiva." I had never even had Godiva chocolates before! It was from K, and inside was a sweet little note along with a ton of chocolates! There was a starfish-shaped chocolate, an open-oyster (complete with a hazelnut pearl!) shaped chocolate, a seashell-shaped chocolate (believe it or not, I'm just now picking up on the ocean theme the shapes had going...), the typical shapes you get with chocolate -- the medallion/coin, little squares, rectangles... There was white chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, white drizzled with dark, dark marblized with white... Cream-filled, fruit-filled, solid, chocolate-filled -- everything! All in one pretty box. I just ate one piece, and since I was going to visit him the next day, I left the rest so we could try them together.

It was an enjoyable weekend that, as usual, went way too fast. It was fun sharing the chocolate. Obviously, we didn't eat all of it. It's in my refrigerator until our visit next weekend.

The great thing about K is that he's absolutely perfect for me. He's a romantic, so I know he has something planned. Unfortunately, we won't see each other until Thursday night. I have to drive there right after work, so it'll be after 10:30 before I even get to his place. We're planning to exchange gifts then, and we leave early the next morning to fly out to Georgia to visit some friends of his, a married couple he met when he was stationed in Oklahoma. I wouldn't put it past him to have plans that extend beyond Thursday.

I'm excited to give him his gifts, as well. I got him a hat and two funny pairs of boxers from his favorite store. I swear, everything he wears is from there. But what's great about the hat is that it fits one of our inside joke "code words" so well. He'll die laughing when he sees it. He already knows about one pair of boxers I got him because we were at the mall a few weeks ago. We were in his favorite store, and he happened to head toward the boxers because they were having a sale.
"Didn't you just say you have too many pairs of boxers?" I asked him.
"Yeah, but I always try to buy a couple when they're on sale," he said. He went straight for one of the pairs I had bought him, looking for his size.
I laughed that those were the ones he picked and thought it was cool that I knew his tastes so well. "I bought you those for Valentine's Day," I said.
He laughed and said, "Well, I guess it's cool we both have the same taste!" He told me I could've said something else to make him not get the boxers. I told him I'd save him the trouble of thinking about it and eventually figuring it out on his own by just telling him there. :)

I also got something for him that's for me. :) I've never done that before, so it was kind of exciting to pick out lingerie that he would like. I'm afraid I'll feel kind of shy about putting it on for him -- since I don't consider myself some sexy, Eva Longoria-like vixen -- but I guess I have five hours of driving to prepare myself to do it. :)

I'm also going to make him a Valentine's Day card. It's more personal that way, and I can say what it is that I want to say. I really have gotten into that (making gifts) especially over the last year or so. I think it's really cool to give someone something you bought and something you made. I spent a lot of time crocheting this fall to give scarves as gifts for Christmas. I hope the recipients all appreciated the work and time that went into it. I picked out the yarn with each of them in mind, and I thought of them the whole time I was making the scarf. It was a gift from the heart.

I'm not expecting K to go all out and spend hundreds of dollars on a holiday that, frankly, was designed to sell chocolates, cards and flowers. In fact, I think a single flower on any other day just for the heck of it is better than a giant bouqet on Valentine's Day, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the thought. Whatever K does, I know it will be something from the heart and something he has done to make me feel good and appreciated, which he does for me every day. I'm just excited to see what other surprises he has in store.

But enough of the mushy mush stuff. I hope that you -- whoever you are -- enjoy your Valentine's Day with a special someone. I hope that your day is relaxing and that on it, someone makes you smile and feel special.

100 things about me

So I guess, for those of you who may read this blog, here are some facts about me:

1. I was born and raised in Oklahoma. Moving to Texas made me really appreciate Oklahoma.
2. I think everyone should live in a small town for just a little bit. "City people," to me, just don't get what's most important in life.
3. I am a total people person.
4. I've never kissed anyone I wasn't dating. I never dated anyone I didn't know for at least a month before. This wasn't intentional; it just happened that way.
5. I have never had a best friend. (I always manage to be the girl who's really good friends with the two best friends. This happened to me twice in elementary school, one of which lasted through high school, and twice in college, one of which is still true today.)
6. I am generally a very happy person. I'm happier than most people.
7. What sucks about this is that if there are times when I'm stressed or not smiling as much, I'm constantly bombarded with, "Why aren't you smiling?"
8. I love chick flicks, and I don't like horror movies. I tend to replay the most emotional parts of movies, so this can be kind of crappy after scary ones. Also, I like to pretend there aren't people in the world who are that evil. Watching horror movies doesn't allow this.
9. My little brother is a race car driver. He is just over a year younger than me.
10. I graduated from the University of Oklahoma. Go Sooners!
11. I love football. Especially college football.
12. I met my boyfriend at my best friend's wedding. He's an Army officer and a gentleman. I'm going to marry him someday.
13. I am always about five minutes late. I think this is because I'm just really optimistic. I think, "I'll need 20 min. to get ready, and it's 15 miles away so I'll leave about 20 min. early. I'll get there right on time." I'm always just late enough that if I hadn't changed shirts or run back in to grab something, I'd have been on time ('cause I wouldn't have caught the stoplight, so I would've beaten the train and the parking spot I just missed would have been empty still).
14. I hate when you can hear people eat or when people chew with their mouths open.
15. I don't like baths.
16. My favorite smells: coconut, honeysuckle, gasoline.
17. I make the best chocolate chip cookies in the world. (my secret recipe)
18. My favorite color is yellow.
19. I am a bargain shopper.
20. I was in marching band all through high school. And college.
21. My hair is naturally curly.
22. I hate gold jewelry.
23. I love sunsets.
24. I have my camera with me at all times.
25. My parents are divorced. They separated when I was a sophomore in college. The divorce was finalized my junior year.
26. My mom is remarried. I have three stepsisters.
27. I hate hypocrisy, cheating and dishonesty.
28. I have middle names picked out for my future son and daughter. My daughter will go by her middle name. Of course, my future husband will be allowed a say in this.
29. I have been in three long-term relationships besides the one I'm in now. All three of the guys cheated on me. One was with one of my good friends.
30. I love to reminisce.
31. Laughter through tears is one of my favorite emotions.
32. I love chick flicks.
33. I am writing this while at work (it's a down time right now).
34. I have never dyed or colored my hair.
35. I consider myself a natural person. I wear very little makeup, and everything else is natural.
36. I wear a push-up bra every single day.
37. I gained 20 pounds my freshman year in college. I lost 10 of them. I needed all 10 pounds.
38. I hate change.
39. My boyfriend lives in a different city, in a different state.
40. I don't feel secure in my job.
41. Every boss I've had has told me I'm a good worker.
42. My dad is my hero.
43. I am probably obsessive compulsive.
44. I LOVE Little Caesar's pepperoni pizza -- $5 hot & ready!
45. I like Sex & the City, Seinfeld and Friends. (I do realize these are all only reruns now.)
46. I play the clarinet and piano.
47. I hate getting dirty.
48. I love Christmas.
49. I have a family reunion every Fourth of July. I go every year. My family is awesome.
50. When I say "my family," I mean my dad's side.
51. My mom's side of the family is weird.
52. I want Oprah's job.
53. I have a good memory. I remember the weirdest things.
54. I cry very easily at movies and commercials. I got griped at by my parents after Titanic and My Girl because I was still crying like an hour later. And Good Morning America makes me cry (happy tears!) pretty often when I'm watching it while I'm getting ready for work.
55. I love boy-cut underwear. It's so comfy, it's cute and it doesn't show underwear lines!
56. I don't like to wear tall heels because I'm about 5'10" anyway.
57. I'm taller than my boyfriend.
58. I have really big hair.
59. Everyone knows me by my hair. Sometimes I feel like if I had normal hair, I wouldn't get noticed and I wouldn't know as many people.
60. I love ice cream and chocolate.
61. If my metabolism ever slows, I'll be in serious trouble.
62. I love McDonald's quarter pounders with cheese!
63. I love strawberry daiquiris. I also enjoy Long Island iced teas and sex on the beach (the drink).
64. If you've never had fresh pineapple from Hawaii, you've never really had pineapple.
65. I love fruit.
66. I am overly cautious in parking lots. I always know who's around me and where they are.
67. I wear skirts every day in the summer.
68. I have trouble finding jeans that are long enough.
69. My friends and family are very important to me.
70. Most of the time, I feel like I'm the one who's working harder to keep in touch with friends.
71. I love getting real e-mails (not spam).
72. Spam is a delicacy in Hawaii. I think it looks disgusting.
73. If someone stares at me when my hair is straight (I don't straighten it often), it makes me feel like I look really good.
74. If someone stares at me when my hair is curly, it makes me worry that they're thinking it's too big or that it looks frizzy.
75. I don't know what color my eyes are. They change colors a lot. I want to call them green, but my boyfriend calls them blue. Different people have told me different things. For example, I've had several people say to me, "You have the prettiest blue eyes!" And I've had people tell me I have pretty grey eyes. And green eyes. Once in high school, though, this little boy said to me, "Hey! Your eyes are green today, and yesterday they were blue!"
76. My left foot is bigger than my right. This makes it more painful to wear heels. But I still do it (the shorter ones, though, remember?).
77. I hate washing my hair. Actually, it's not the washing -- it's what happens after. I hate having to comb it out and put crap in it and dry it and put more crap in it. It's too high maintenance!
78. I am always stressed about money. I have been pretty much since I was little.
79. I always order the same thing at restaurants. I figure if I already know I like something, why risk ordering something new and hating it? (I also used to be a very picky eater when I was little.)
80. My dad is a butcher.
81. I have always looked at other couples and thought, "I want to be like that." For the first time in my life, I am in that couple.
82. I feel less confident around beautiful people.
83. I hate the excessive use of pet names. Drives me nuts. The worst one: baby doll.
84. I am jealous of my coworker because she met her boyfriend three months after I had started dating mine. They were engaged a month later. They plan dinner together every night. They're going to move in together. They live in the same city.
85. I have known I wanted to marry my boyfriend since we were a month into the relationship. At the time, we had only seen each other the weekend of our friends' wedding, since he was out in the field for that next month.
86. I am not a wishy-washy type who always says that about who she's dating.
87. I have a scar above one of my eyebrows from falling and cutting it on the corner of a brick fireplace when I was little. We were playing a game at my babysitter's house.
88. I was voted Teacher's Pet of my high school class. As my friends put it, not because I tried to be, but because I just always ended up that way somehow.
89. I am the girl who always finds out later about guys having a crush on me.
90. I tell impossibly long stories because I think eliminating details makes the story lose value. (Example: "I bought a new sweater today" is so much less interesting than, "I found the perfect sweater to go with this cute skirt that I bought two months ago. I'd been looking all this time and couldn't find anything to match! And it wound up being on sale!" See?! Now you know how great of a find the sweater was, and you can share in my enthusiasm. I know, you can thank me later.)
91. I hate the word "poop." I also hate the p-word that's both a name for a female part and a synonym for "cat."
92. I don't get along with my mom. A lot of things she does annoy me.
93. It drives me nuts when people pop their gum.
94. You know the bad phase a lot of kids go through in high school? I never went through that. I was like the perfect child or something.
95. I wish my boobs were bigger. Present would be nice, in fact.
96. I hate my hands.
97. I am afraid when I say things like that, people will think I'm negative.
98. I got my first job when I was 14.
99. I love, love, love hugs!!
100. I stole this whole list idea thing from the blog I found that made me decide to do this. Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery!

A whole new world

So I have to say that this whole blog thing is something I thought I'd never do. It always seemed to me to be a little too personal of a thing to put online, and I've also seen people's venting on blogs blow up in their faces. Last night, though, I stumbled upon a blog that was very interesting to read, yet still very private. I love writing, and I don't keep a diary (My thoughts definitely move faster than my pen. Hopefully yours do, too.). I thought keeping a blog like the one I saw would be a cool way to get my thoughts out and learn about myself, too.

I don't know if anyone will ever read any of these things I post. They're actually, I guess, more for me anyway. If you do manage to stumble upon my little world, I hope you enjoy what you read.