Take That Winter...

Well it has been awhile…

I feel like I should provide an update on the new me. For the next few months… January to April to be exact…I am going to be combatting the wintertime blues by doing the following from:

1. I will only be listening to R&B, Rap, Hip Hop, and some select pop music. In fact I have 3 radio stations programmed in my presetting in my car and I have deselected all Pandora stations that don’t fit the aforementioned genres.
2. Changing my movie taste. I am going to from black ro-cos to inspirational sports dramas…you know Rocky, Friday Night Lights and most recently The Warrior…this one may be a permanent change…just saying.
3. Because of #1 I am being a bit more lenient with myself on the swearing…since the new me has started I seem to be ending a lot of sentences with the term “bitches”
   
4. I am expanding my interests…I am starting a pottery class in a week and then a yoga class and then Cross fit…honestly I am not sure what I have gotten myself into…time will tell.
5. I spray tan. Every time I have a spray tan without fail I get the following comment: “you look pretty” it never gets old.
6. I am heading to the beach…I am in the process of planning a va-ca-ca…stay tuned.
7. Lounging…if I want to lay around and watch the tube so be it.It has been a New Years res for the last few years.
   
8. Road Tripping…I take weekend trips, I get fountain drinks and gas station snacks, I crank Q92, I laugh with some pals, I see some interesting stuff etc…
9. Move my bod…I mean I have got to get serious…I got a big 5K to train for…
10. Make-Over…don’t do me wrong Sephora…

Will you be my giant?

I got a feeling a just can’t shake.

Last fall I was at a football game. I was standing by a kind man that was carrying his baby in one of those nifty baby slings. At first I admired the fabric. Then I started noticing the baby. Boy did he look cozy in there.

I am not sure if it was because I was tired, or because I didn’t get held enough as a child (due to a broken collar bone at birth which was due to my broad shoulders which by the way still tend to get stuck in tight spaces)…or maybe because it had been summer I hadn’t lounged enough (lounging more is always one of my goals at the first of the year) anyway from that moment on a thought came to me that I haven’t been able to shake…I started dreaming of being held in a baby bjorn by a freshly scented giant man. Every time I see a baby in a sling or baby bjorn I find myself feeling jealous of the little one.

And I have to silently remind myself that I had my run about 30 years back and should have appreciated it back then and at this point in my life it is time to be the giant. I am trying, but it is still hard for me…I guess it is true you don't know what you have until it is gone.

Once a lady, always my lady.

About 10 years ago a lovely lady stomped into my life. At the time she wasn’t too interested in staying around…but after a Cache Valley summer of Sunday low-cal cakes, tales of Tabby, chitty chat, a little too much classical gas and a some-what embarrassing sandy day at Bear Lake I decided I couldn’t live without her. I haven’t looked back since.

Over the years there have been good times and bad. There have been lots of Kuala Pork/Cheese Blitzes/Ham Drunk/ Cheese Ball/Sonic good eats/times. There has been talk and chats of chubs, biggies and fatties and frog fur and of hitting people with cars and cats and of getting badly burned and of course rocks. We have shared boyfriends, I have broken up with one of hers per her request and she has asked me kindly to break up with mine.

But most importantly she is the one that picks me up when no one else can (both literally and figuratively). She has seen me at my worst and loves me still. She is all that is strong, brave and confident. She has taught me to live fuller and love more. l am forever be grateful for her in my life. Happy Birthday my lady. I am lucky to have you as my friend. I love you Tiff.

A Theme Song...Maybe

For the better half of my adult life I have been channeling Kenny Rogers via a special little song called The Gambler, which I have referred to here. Seems like these last few weeks I have been rolling through the chorus more than usual.

Good or bad I credit these few lines with basically making me who I am today…I don’t think you would regret reflecting on these lines when you are in a bind…think about it.

You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.

Just so you know...

birthday wishes do come true.

So you want to walk away...

I get advice. I get it because I need it. I need advice because sometimes I revert back to my 8-year-old self and become a bit neurotic and worried and require some words of guidance. Today I have been thinking about some decisions, some big and some not so big…and I keep going back to some good advice a wise and very pretty friend once gave me, it may be the best advice I have ever received. I thought I would share it because who doesn’t need a little advice now and then…

Regarding quitting, not trying, walking away, giving up, being scared, holding back – you get the idea….

If you really just don’t want this, then you can walk away, no questions asked…but if you are just scared then pull it together and do it.

Thanks t-tot.

Goodbye Golden Arches

For at least the last decade of my life when March 8 rolled around I would eat lunch at McDonalds. After all it was my birthday tradition and I liked it. People have been judging me for years about it. People have offered to take me somewhere else, they have begged actually but I have always stood strong. I never faltered.

Over the last decade there have been good times, embarrassing times, sick times and silly times. Yes, I once made my pregnant friend take me there even though she may or may not have thrown up during and or after the meal. Yes, I once got a little too excited and ate a couple fries off someone else’s tray and was publically shunned for it. But I wouldn’t change thing, I have loved every minute of it.

But this year when March 8th rolled around I just knew that it was time, time to say goodbye to the golden arches. As the good word reads: To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven…

Some get over the golden fries and happy meals at 6, who cares if it took me a little longer…and by a little longer I mean until I was 30.

We have had a good, long run. Thanks for memories. Goodspeed.