Thursday, May 13, 2010

Can My Civic be a Swaggin Wagon Please?

These folks kinda make me want to be a mom and drive a mini-van! The kiddos dancing are the best! Enjoy...

Monday, May 10, 2010

My Mother's Day If Pigs Could Fly...

...or at least if they could talk and drive, I know my favorite little Piggy would have driven to Target this weekend to pick out the sweetest card and mom's favorite treats: nerd ropes, peanut butter m&m's, and a fountain coke. Then, based on his sweet nature, I'm guessing he'd go to the store for momma's favorite flowers, Gerber Daisies. He probably would've gotten up super early, gone out to the kitchen and made my favorite vanilla and cinnamon french toast, bacon, and coffee. And then he'd probably ask me if I wanted to be cuddled, loved on, had my belly scratched, while we watched a Lifetime movie or two on the couch.

To save him the trip to store and the hassle, I made his favorite breakfast, which also happens to be his favorite dinner, made my own coffee and grabbed a day old Krispy Kreme. We then had a cuddle fest on the couch, while I loved on him and scratched his belly until it was time to go to church. For a brief moment he looked up at me with his sweet puppy eyes and I knew that without words he was saying "Momma, I'd do all of those things for you if I could." And with that one look, I had the best doggie Mother's Day ever. I love that lil man!

Friday, May 7, 2010

The Same

I am tired of putting on the same ole outfits, of getting into the same ole car that has chosen not to unlock anymore and then climbing through the same ole trunk when I forget the above mentioned locks don't work. I'm tired of looking the same when I try to vary my make-up pallet, and am definitely tired of the same ole frizzy, southern weather hatin hair. I'm tired of not feeling very creative when I want to be and am tired of cooking the same ole meals due to lack of time or energy. I'm tired of looking at my same ole windows in my bedroom that are desperately seeking curtains that I cannot seem to commit too.


I'm loving the same ole beach that I've been blessed enough to live near for the last 13 years. I'm loving that my same ole friends from 6 and 7 years ago are still my friends regardless of ups and downs, boy drama, and distance. I'm loving that a margarita here can instantly make me appreciate the same ole sun, summer, and citrus as I do while traveling. I'm loving that the same ole calls home to chat with my folks can make me just as happy as they did when I first left home in 1997. I'm excited that the same ole sport that I gave much of my life too for 13 years is starting to creep back into the void it left when I hung up my skates. I'm loving that although my car doesn't unlock, I can still get in the same ole thing with the windows down, the music up, and somehow forget how ghetto it's become over the years. I'm loving that this same ole blog still gives me a creative outlet when nothing else seems too.

Monday, May 3, 2010

I'm Not So Bad After All!

So my boyfriend's roommate is obsessed with Crossfit. I should verify that his obsession is one of healthy nature and not crazy "I must crossfit or die" nature, but obsessed nonetheless. He's 110% drinking the Kool-aid and lovin it! I, on the other hand, am a former athlete and a PE major who couldn't care less about working out. I wish I loved it and craved it like he does, but it just doesn't work like that for me. In order for me to run it has to be raining while i'm leaving a dry building or there must be free baked goods in the breakroom of my office. Even at that point I'll usually weigh the pros and cons and gauge how hard it's actually raining before I commit to the jog. It's sad. I'm not proud. But I am honest.

Ok, back to CF. So my boyfriend's roomie hosted a crossfit crew pool party. YIKES! In a bathing suit, surrounded by hard core, Paleo dieting bodies was the last place I wanted to be. So what did I do? I skipped out and went to eat french toast and get my toes done instead. So yummy and way better for my self-esteem. After delaying the inevitable I decided to head to the pool party, although in a maxi dress and not a swimming suit, to be social and support his new "club" if you will. I was all ready to either stay in my dress or sport a full body wet suit due to the "pool water not being summer ready" yet, when it hit me. Most of these "fitters" didn't look any different than I did. Some even had (wait for it, wait for it) beer bellies. YES! I am not so bad after all! Don't get me wrong, some of the guys looked like UFC fighters and a few looked like IOP lifeguards but almost all of the girls looked like me and they work out almost every day and eat nuts and berries and junk. Kool-aid? No thank you. A hot dog off the grill? Yes please. Got any chili?