So.....

I had a blind date last night courtesy of my aunt and uncle. As I opened the door, I came to the realization that they must hate me.

It was real bad.

We talked about software, how Olive Garden has the best soup in the state, and about his 2 for 1 coupon that paid for my meal.

There was also a lot of silence.

I have never been more happy to be home by 8:30.

Please, no!

So, the above picture has nothing to really do with my post but I thought I could segway into my story about yesterday's event.

A few years back, when I first started doing marketing at my company, we were desperate.

Clearly, that is true from what you see above.

We were creating a brochure and needed a doctor. The photographer, who was actually legit, suggested that I sport the coat, and the stethoscope for this lovely portrayal. I had to laugh as I hadn't showered that day, and got out of bed about 20 minutes earlier. I hardly look like a doctor and we had to take about 20 pics because I kept laughing. So mature at the wise age of 24... Needless to say, they didn't end up using my photo. Geez, I wonder why???

Anyhoo, let it be known that I HATE doctors. Actually anything that has to do with a doctor which includes a clinic, hospital, ambulance, nurse, shots, pills, pain, etc. A few months ago, I got nothing more than a head cold. It soon passed and I felt fine but I still sounded sick. I had an occasional sore throat but I was starting to sound like a smoker. But, by far the worst side effect was snoring! Snoring has got to be one of my biggest pet peeves when trying to fall asleep and there have been many a night where I have cursed my dad as we shared a hotel room. I never thought that I would EVER be that person!

So, my mom finally convinced me to go to the doctor. First off, I couldn't find the place and I spilled my whole water bottle in my lap on the way there. Not a good sign. It probably wasn't doing me any favors as I walked into the clinic looking like I had peed my pants. The smell alone in there almost made me two step my way right back out.

When I was filling out the paperwork, I mentioned that I had cold-like symptoms, simply because you can't state, "sounds like a man when talking". That immediately got me a fun little mask to wear while I was there. How degrading is that??? I was tempted to take a big breath of air through my nose to show them that I really wasn't sick.

I finally meet with the doctor, and I've pretty much convinced myself that he's gonna diagnose me with lung cancer. What else could explain my persistent throat problem that has lasted 6+ weeks??

It doesn't help that I am sweating from the anxiety I have from being there. He starts checking all my holes with lights and poking me all over, apparently that is how they check for mono. At least that's what he said... Now that I think about it, that seems a little fishy. I truly felt bad for the guy when he had to feel my armpits and they were slightly moist, ya know, from the anxiety. Nothing a little rinse in the ol' sink won't fix. I figure, he's a doc so he's had to have seen worse.

He tells me to open my mouth as he shines that little light in there. His next statement was, "holy crap, have you looked in here?" I didn't know what that meant, but for sure it wasn't good.

My response was, "no sir, but pretty sure I've never looked in my throat before so I have no idea what I would be looking for."

Apparently my tonsils were HUGE! Enough that he told me it was most exciting thing he's seen all day. That's sad.

No wonder I've been sounding like a man! There was about 5 cm between them. He gave me some pills, told me to take them and come back in a week. If nothing has changed, dun dun dun, I'll be going under the knife. Hopefully my drugs will do the trick!




**I would like to personally thank Nancy for the horror stories she told me last night about her tonsil removal. It resulted from paranoia and no sleep. You're a peach.

"Just Friends"

Ever since we took Diego to Lagoon in August, I've been getting weekly phone calls about going bowling at FatCats with the girls. His dream finally came true Saturday night. When I picked him, he was looking very dapper in his dockers, plaid shirt, and sweater vest. I was greeted with a kiss on the hand ane he was very anxious about seeing the girls. Throughout the night, he felt the need to mention that we are all "just friends". It's a good thing he keeps reminding us!

Diegs had never met Kelli before and later told me that he thought she was a very cute, sweet girl. Such a ladies man...


When someone got a strike, Diegs would bump arms like this.



Seeing as it was conference weekend, we decided to have a sleepover that night, followed by some pre-confererenc breakfast.

If this hot chocolate was for sale, I would for sure buy it. Heather is totally selling it...


Sleazy Spizzy decided to lead us because when they stood to sing, we did too. I'll spare you the audio, it was not good...

All in all, it was a great weekend!

What a way to start a Monday

So, this morning I was at the gym. It was early, and surprisingly, I didn't mind being there. As I was on the eliptical machine, I noticed this cute little couple in their mid 60's working out together. I don't know what it was about them, but they just looked cute. They walked down the stairs about 15 minutes before I did. As I finished my workout, I headed to the locker room to wash my hands before I left. Imagine my surprise as that same "cute" lady was standing butt naked, facing me as I came around the corner. Really?? It's like she was waiting for me, right in my path to the sink. As I tried to recall, I'm pretty sure that upstairs, 15 minutes earlier, her workout was minimal at most. She definitely wasn't sweaty enough to justify a shower. I know it's a locker room but couldn't she have stepped into one of the stalls? The handi stall was for sure big enough to accomodate her nakedness...

She suddenly became not so cute.

On that note, I don't think I will ever be comfortable enough with my bod to just strut my stuff around a locker room and I don't understand how a lot of people are!It would be one thing if it was attractive ladies but it is ALWAYS done by those who definitely shouldn't. I know you know what I mean. As a 12-year-old swimming at Steiner, I never got used to it and call me immature, but I still am not.

Unfortunately, I don't hide my emotions well and I'm pretty sure she saw me dry heave as I walked by. It didn't help that I had music blaring through my headphones, so who knows what kind of sick sound I made.

I didn't think it could worse until I walking out and noticed that she was standing on the scale, in her GARMENTS. Again, really?? I think we all know there is a time and a place for those and a gym locker room DOES NOT fall into this category.

It's little wonder that people think Mormons are freaks.

Um.....yes please.

Well folks, after a long, fantastic summer, my fav show is about to start up again. October 21st is the big day and if this post and my previous post aren't enough to get you watching, maybe this dreamy picture of Tim Riggins will hook you.


I've said it before and I'll say it again. I promise you won't be disappointed even if the only thing you get out of it is feasting upon these chiseled abs for an hour.

Texas Forever.