At Some Point

At some point; I grew too tired to go out and meet the famous people I used to love, and instead stayed home to cook a three course meal.

At some point; I stopped laying in bed dreaming about how I could become a back up dancer on some singers tour, and instead started dreaming about a new dresser.

At some point; I ceased trying to make everyone like me, and began to like myself.

At some point; I was no longer taking random vacations for fun with friends, and was instead saving for months for an overnight trip to San Antonio.

At some point; I did not have to talk to my parents before every decision I ever made, and took the responsibility upon myself.

At some point; I didn't know where all the drink specials were every night in the week, and became more concerned about the calorie content.

At some point; I stopped looking for a new car, and started enjoying having my older one paid off and running.

At some point; I quit walking so fast, and actually noticed the beauty of the leaves turning.

At some point; I gave up what might of been with old boyfriends, and began to realize what I deserved in a new one.

At some point; I got away from reading all the gossip sites, and started really paying attention to the news.

At some point; I learned instead of telling people what I though, sometimes keeping my mouth shut and complaining later was the best form of action.

At some point; I halted buying everything I wanted at the grocery store, and started buying only the things I needed.

At some point; I realized everyone in my family wasn't going to be around forever, and I started knowing the pain of loss.

At some point; I noticed if I didn't make it to my parents every holiday, life would go on.

At some point; I acknowledged that I had to let go of my childhood dreams.

At some point; I learned you really can't go home again.

At some point, I grew up.

The Senseless Injuries Hurt The Most

Ouch

What makes you feel more asinine than injuring yourself in a dim-witted way that is entirely avoidable? For me, it would be having two instances within the span of several hours.

Foolish injury #1; While getting into bed last night. Now going to bed, I have to pick my one dog, Gracie, up because she can’t make the jump up to the height of the bed. Wilson usually does it himself. I picked up Gracie and put her on the bed, then climbed in the middle under the covers and called Wilson. He made a valiant effort, but the rear half of his body didn’t get the clearance desired, and with panic in his eyes he started sliding off the bed. I of course, being the devoted parent I am, dove to the rescue. As I reached Wilson with my right arm I reached behind me to place him on the bed. While doing so, I myself was sliding very similarly the way he had, but in the reverse position, down to the floor. Instead of dropping him and using my hand to stop my fall, I saved the dog and hit my chin on the hard wood floor. Duh. I then turned and looked up to see both dogs staring at me from atop MY bed.

Foolish Injury #2; Waking up this morning. I proceeded into the bathroom to turn on the shower, which always needs a couple of minutes to heat up. Upon rising, I slam the top middle of my head on the cabinet over the toilet. This is the 3rd time this has happened. I am not proud.

I now have a sore chin, a bump and scab on the top of my head, and a horrible headache.

I am feeling smart today!

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I Got Nothing

Seriously - I have been sitting around thinking of something to write about - I know its been over a week, but I still have nothing. So we are going with the "stream of conscious" method today kids.


It finally got cooler! I was actually cold even at lunch today, which is rare in Texas. I love the cold, I don't turn my heater on until it is absolutely necessary either. And even then I heat to a mild 65 degrees.


I had a fabulous birthday last Friday. Multiple girlfriends and myself took cabs downtown for some craziness. I was lost after the tequila shot at the first bar... rumors are they found me ON the next one. All in good fun. Needless to say I didn't touch alcohol for 4 days afterwards. I partied like it was my 22nd not my 27th birthday. Then there was that bit of a head cold, what is it that it seems getting sick gets worse as you get older? Maybe when you're young you are confused and don't know whats going on, but with age comes knowledge, and you know it just stinks and you have to ride it out. Was that a run-on?








The down turning economy is really hitting me now. I cancelled my home phone and internet yesterday. I use my cell the majority of the time anyway, and it has internet, Yay for Blackberry! It is attached to me anyway. I can facebook, email, and blog all from there so I will be ok. Another economy change, I hope everyone likes my hair this color, because I can no longer afford to get it professionally done. Color 118E it will remain for the foreseeable future.


As the world turns scared around us, part of me is happy that Obama has been elected. The part that is grateful that as we drop further, which we inevitably will, I will not have to listen to them blaming it all on McCain and those that voted for him...

What can I say.. I always look for the upside.

On another note my mom gave me this little book she bought on vacation when she came in town. It is a "Name fortune teller" which was pretty funny. One of my ex boyfriends "future" was "you will be at the mercy of a girl's whim"... whoops.. I know that was me!! hehe!

On that note...


Stay out of trouble, or don't get caught.

Everyday Goings On

No news…

I don’t have anything specific outlined or witty to say this week… so here are a few quick updates as of late ;

- The election is obviously over (unless you live in Minnesota… Stewart Smiley??? Really?) and so my passion for news is lacking. I just want to go back to some sort of normal on my television. I used to watch the Today show before this whole mess picked up and I’d like to go back. You know, back to when the main story was people with 18 kids or the newest movie? My 82 year old grandma and I were talking the other day, and she says “I miss my newspaper, every page is just O-Bama, O-Bama, O-Bama.” Now consider she lives in Alabama… so she said the Bama like Alabama. I will move on, but please do not come out at me with the lets reunite as one talk NOW when you didn't before. Not because I don’t believe it, but because its hypocrisy. You protested Bush the last 8 years and it was patriotic, now that the shoe is on the other foot it’s hate and rage. I’m just asking you to be all in, or not at all.

- One of my best friends came in town this past weekend. I Had not seen her in about a year as she still lives in Dallas. We used to basically be attached at the hip, spending most of our free time together. It was SO awesome to see her and I think it really perked me up in general. We did so much in one weekend. It was about everything I have done in Austin in 3 years combined into one weekend. I’m still exhausted, but I feel closer to “me” so to speak.

- My dryer is my latest home ownership headache. It turns on, it goes, but my clothes are damp and cold. There is no heat coming out of my freaking dryer!!! I looked up some information and I am keeping my fingers crossed it’s the easy fix. That being one of the two fuses has shorted so I need to restart that. That will be interesting tonight as none of my brakers are labeled. Ugh. If that’s not it, I will have to pay for a someone to come look at it as it is stackable in a very small closet in my rather small hallway. There is no way I could do that on my own without crushing one of my small pups in the process.

- My hair. I have issues with change as is. Going from blonde to red was a big change. Then red became strawberry blonde, which became orange, which became a dark auburn. Basically I have just declared I am trying to see how many different hair colors I can fit into one month. I have to give it to my hair dresser, she said it would be hard to maintain. When it faded to strawberry blonde I went rogue and did it on my own.. right now.. I think we’re ok but I don’t want to speak too soon.

- Friday is my birthday – 27 – not a big deal. I am going out with some girlfriends so maybe I’ll have some funny stories to report. My mom is coming into town tomorrow for a couple of days – but she’ll be going to bed when we are heading out – hopefully she won’t be too upset at our drunk butts rolling in at 2am. I told her be prepared to hold up my hair… she didn’t think it was as funny as I did.

- I have fully accepted something about my self and am trying to work on it. That being that when I feel less than, or inferior to something or someone, I become defensive and go on the attack. The only people I tend not to like are the people who don’t like me. It’s not a good quality – but a good quality is the knowledge I have and will acquire from realizing that.

- I saw one of the worst dancers of my life this weekend out with Sarah. I didn’t blame her at all. All I was thinking was… where the hell are her friends? Friends don’t let friends DO that. … Shout out to my friends…

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As the Cliche goes...

Be careful what you wish for… you just might get it.

I am thinking of this today, election day, more than ever. I’m looking at Barack Obama, and I’m looking at all of the people supporting him blindly, toting for change, and all that is running through my head is “be careful what you wish for.”

I’ll try and compare this illusion to a much smaller life experience I believe many of us have been through.

When I was in grade school, we’re talking elementary through high school, there was the “popular group.” I was not in it. There were several “popular” “good looking” guys in this group and they dated the attractive popular girls they were grouped with. I remember being out at a bar with some friends at 22 and running into one of those popular guys. I said “oh my lord, there is John Smith.” Obviously John Smith is not his real name, I certainly don’t want to embarrass or anger anyone here. John was a football player, a year older than me, good looking and incredibly popular. He was the type girls sit around and talk about how great it would be to date him, and fantasize all through their notes they pass back and forth in junior high.

With a little age, wisdom, and most importantly “liquid courage” I approached my John Smith. We talked a bit, and suddenly I realized he was flirting with me. I tried to keep my cool, I was so excited I was talking to John Smith. THE John Smith, if they could see me now!!! John got my number and called me to invite me out with him and his friends. Of course I went spending a ridiculous amount of time getting ready, calling everyone I knew. “Becki, GUESS WHO I’m going out with tonight?!?! OMG John Smith.”

John picked me up, we went and had drinks with his friends. He didn’t pay for me, he probably knew he didn’t have to. He was John Smith. He and his friends were, different, than I expected. They seemed kind of immature and really didn’t have a lot of respect for anyone they knew who was married and called them asinine. Ok – they said stupid, they weren’t acting mature enough to say asinine. The next morning I went to church with John Smith and he took me to Chili’s. Where he told me the story about how he wrote a song about the appetizer chips and salsa because he always asked for ranch with it. The brilliant song was titled “Chips, salsa and ranch.” No lie.

Our next “date” was, predictably, another bar with his single guy friends. There was a popular song at the time by Baby Bash called “Sugar” and the song repeated over and over and over “sugar sugar how’d you get so fly”. Well Mr. Smith gets me out on the dance floor to “check this out”… and he proceeds to dance and sing..

“John Smith how’d you get so fly, John Smith how’d you get so fly”

Seriously? And every time I didn’t laugh or respond in kind, he would go “you know I played football in high school?”. Right.

Not to mention that his “dinner ware” was paper plates, paper bowls, paper cups and plastic utensils…

Basically I realized that this guy I had crushed on and gossiped about in high school, was nothing more than an annoying, immature guy. I never would have guessed at 16 that I would have been so wrong, he was so popular.

We may not be dating, but Barack Obama is just another John Smith to me.

Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it. And you don't even know what IT is.

Stay out of trouble or don't get caught.