Advice Needed

This guy keeps asking my friend out and she doens't want to go out with him...but she also doesn't want to be mean and will have to see him afterwards quite frequently. Does anyone have any advice about letting him down easy? (the picture has nothing to do with the question. I just thought it was funny).

Tennis Update

So, last Thursday was my last tennis lesson in the beginner's class. It was fun, but also a whole lot harder than it looks. I thought I had improved a lot, but I don't know that Coach Mike would agree. But whatever its not like "his way" of playing tennis is the only way--I have my own style, my own flair!

One of the biggest problems that Coach Mike had with my version of tennis is that I like to hop. Every time I would hit the ball, I would follow it with a little hop or even a leg pop (like where you just kick one leg back). I don't know why I did, it just seemed to happen so naturally. I would still hit the ball (most of the time, sometimes miss it entirely), so I don't think he really should have been on my case, but whatever. He did say that I had good foot work and that I reacted quickly, but I was definitely not the teacher's pet. Plus, I would frustrated and screamed near obscenities (like "dang it" and "crap") when I missed the ball.

The last lesson, we played doubles. Well, I had missed the class about serving because that was the day that I had contact trouble, so I made up my own style for that too (who really cares if it doesn't go in the "right" box). At one point, I went to serve and forgot to move my hand out of the way and I smacked my thumb and middle finger knuckles with my pretty pink racquet, which probably put another dent in it but more importantly in my fingers. My thumb was totally numb until the next morning and it still hurts to bend my middle finger. It turned all blueish purple and I showed Coach Mike and he said, "why doesn't that surprise me," to which I responded, "Oh, its been much worse, like the time that I got attacked by a foosball table." He was less interested in that story.

So, now that tennis is over, I can start going back to yoga again because the whole experience has totally knocked my Chi out of balance. I think the only reasons I will ever take tennis lessons again is if I: A) have a hot instructor (Coach Mike, not really a looker) or B) marry a rich doctor and need to be able to hold my own with the other country club wives (only half-way joking). Its not like I thought I was going to become (insert famous tennis player's name here) or anything, but at least I kinda know what to do now. I got a lime green tennis skirt (my power color) and I am playing a friend this weekend. So, even if I am not "good," at least I will look cute!

The First Step on the Road to Recovery...

...is admitting that you have a problem. I am almost to step one. I have an addiction to crafts--like arts and crafts. I can't get enough and sometimes if I am bored, I will stroll Hobby Lobby for inspiration. But I can quit anytime, I swear...I just don't want to yet.

For the past week I have been making these little magnets (sorry I spoiled the surprise, Kara). They are so much fun to make. They are little and cute and just plain fun. It started out innocently enough. I saw them on a website and thought "I can do that." So, I bought all of the supplies, but just enough to make a few (recreational crafts). So, I started out with 50 and then 50 more and then 100 more and more and now I just can't stop!

I even went online and special ordered tins and designed my own labels, all just to give as little gifts. I grouped them in sets for my friends and they all have themes that are specific to that person. I also made sets that just have their own themes, like "love," "art," or "alcohol". Its kinda hard to explain, you really just have to see it to believe it.

I had to take a break because I think the fumes from the glue were making me high for real, but that can't stop me forever. I'll be starting again, just as soon as my brain cells recover. If anyone knows of a support group for this, please let me know...but I swear I can quit anytime I want.

Purse Day!

Sunday was Purse Day--not an official holiday, but I'm making a motion that it be added to the calendar, though it doesn't come every year. In fact, I've been waiting many years (about eight to be exact) for the sweet arrival of Purse Day.

I recently got all of my finances in order and so I felt that I should be rewarded for that with something wonderful and extravagant, which is probably why my finances were out of order but all is well now. I was also saving some money for a cruise, but no one can seem to get it together, and I want immediate gratification to reward myself for being such a good saver. So, I won't be going on a cruise anytime soon unless my purse floats; but a cruise lasts only a week--a purse lasts a lifetime.

So, Sunday, Kara and Alan and I went to the Galleria to get my Louis in honor of Purse Day (you can't make that kind of purchase alone). I knew exactly which one I wanted, I've known it for eight years. I asked the man for the Papillon 30...looked at it...held it...moved it from shoulder to shoulder...but I didn't love it like I thought I would. I asked to see the smaller one (the Papillon 26), but I am so indecisive. I had wanted the 30 for so long, how could I just abandon it now?

I told the man that I didn't know yet and would decide after lunch. (By the way, we went to Grand Lux Cafe. It was amazing! Breath-taking!) I came back after lunch and decided (with little help from Alan or Kara) that I would get the 30, even though I still wasn't sure. After all, it WAS Purse Day, I had to get something.

I got it home and unwrapped it and took pictures, etc., but within hours, I had decided that I was going to take it back. I just didn't like it enough for the amount of money I had spent and for all of the other things that the money could have bought that I would love. I decided to exchange it for the 26--the 30 was just too big and not me. Kara and Alan agreed that I should have got the 26...why they couldn't have told me that when I was pacing around the mall trying to decide and asking every two minutes which one I should get, I don't know.

So Monday, I hurried to the Galleria on my lunch break to exchange it. I had to run in and run out (distracting from the true meaning of Purse Day), but at least now I'm happy with my purchase and I got some money back because the one I ended up getting is a little bit smaller. The one in the picture is the one that I returned, but it looks the exact same as my new one, just a couple of inches smaller. The 30 had a "buddy" (the little one on Gracie) that came with it; the 26 does not, but I think Gracie will be ok without couture.

Random Question of the Day:

If you could be
any kitchen utensil,
which would you
be and why?


Style points count,
so be creative!

Likes And Dislikes

Things I Like:

• Taking a shower in the morning and then crawling back in my nice warm comfortable bed before the alarm goes off again
• Playing tag with Gracie outside...its really funny. If I stop trying to tag her, she'll get really close and then run away like she's teasing me
• A guy wearing a crisp white shirt, untucked
• Deciding which pair of heels to wear in the morning
• My extensive "cheap" jewelry collection
• My limited "real" jewelry collection
• Watching the Simpsons and Seinfeld reruns. Even though I have seen them all at least five times, they are still great
• Running in the morning when it is still dark outside
• My feather ball in my car. It makes me happy
• Going out to nice lunches for work
• Driving late at night when there are no other cars on the road
• When I write my name really pretty or sign the perfect signature
• Driving with the windows down
• When I open my mailbox and find a catalogue
• Going shoe shopping on my lunch break
• Popping pimples (I know its weird and bad for your skin, but I just can't help myself)
• Getting decent-sized perfume samples
• Doing my grocery shopping at Walmart in the middle of the night when I know it won't be crowded
• Happy Hour Margaritas
• Telling people about my random thoughts and then them leaving me comments!

Things I Dislike:

• People who don't do what they say they are going to do (aka Liars)
• Playing phone tag
• Having to be somewhere when I have a hangover
• Checking my mail or email and finding that it is all junk
• People who take their bad moods out on others
• Styrofoam
• Bad hair days
• Bad skin days
• Walking outside barefoot--hello, tetanus
• Having nothing to do but this at work. I feel guilty getting paid for as much as I sit with nothing to do
• People reading about my random thoughts and them not leaving me comments.

Sounds Gross...but Tastes Oh So Good!

Ok, so my life is still pretty boring not much new to talk about...until lunchtime today! I had a bunch of errands to run and I needed a fast lunch. Well, I saw the commercial for the KFC Bowl last night (you know, the mashed potato-sweet corn-chicken-gravy-cheese concoction) and I had not been able to get it out of my mind all day long. This other girl at work had one last week and was also raving about how great it was. So, on my way back from the bank, I scouted out a KFC.

So, I pull up to the drive thru and order it. I wasn't sure what to call it and the menu is not very clear either about the exact title of it, so I said "mashed potato bowl thingy"--they knew what I meant. I opened it up and it smelled and looked so good. Even though they gave me a regular fork and not one of those sporks that I love so dearly, I devoured the bowl (not the bowl bowl, but the contents of it). I got so full so quick, I couldn't finish it all but it was soooooooo good! I am telling everyone about how great it is. So, KFC, if you are reading this, I expect my commission checks to start rolling in any day now. You're Welcome!

Nothing New

Nothing interesting has happened yet today (except, I think we get to leave work early). So, here's another riddle:

What gets wetter and wetter the more it dries?

The Name's Bat Woman!

Not because I have super-human powers or anything, but because I see like one (read: blind as a...). I've been wearing glasses since the 3rd grade. I thought they were cool back then. I didn't have to wear them all of the time and they were clear, pink and glittery. What 8 year old girl wouldn't love that?

Well, I begged and begged for contacts when I started junior high and I've been wearing them ever since. I thought that they were the greatest things ever, and still do. But some days, I seriously consider shelling out the $5,000 for lasik. Today has been one of those days.

I slept in my contacts last night. I know that I shouldn't but sometimes I forget or I'm just being lazy; but this morning when I woke up, my eyes hurt so bad. They were itching and red, but despite this fact, I still put on my usual seven layers of eye makeup (my eyes look teeny without it) as I drove to work.

They were still itching and stinging at work, so I put tons and tons of eye drops in them, all while trying not to let my makeup melt down my face. I guess I must have rubbed my eye liner too much because my contact popped out. I went to the bathroom to put it back in. I clean it with eye drops and put it back in my eye. I blink and blink, waiting for it to shift back into place, when I notice something on my shirt. I brush it off and blink and blink some more and then I realize that I still can't see. I get this sinking feeling in my stomach, drop to the ground, and frantically start searching for whatever it is that I had brushed off my shirt. You guessed it--my contact!

So, I looked one-eyed at this dirty folded piece of plastic that I have to put back in my eye (people who know me know that I have a thing about germs--I don't like 'em). But, I can't work the whole day with one eye closed and unfortunately I had left my eye patch at home today, so I did what I had to do--don't judge me. I soaked it in eye drops and then popped it in my mouth (I had read somewhere that saliva kills germs or something like that), then I put it back in my eye. My eyes are still itching and burning, but probably now for totally different reasons like pink eye or herpes infection. I just pray that I don't go blind, then I really would have to wear an eye patch. I just don't think the sexy pirate look really fits me, but maybe I'll try it on for size. Rrrrrrrr!