Man exits, anxiety dreams, and crafting things

Man Exits

~ I noticed something on Saturday about guys. They can leave situations without acknowledging anyone. I saw this happen twice (two different situations, two different guys). The first happened at a large dinner. People were starting to leave and saying their goodbyes. Suddenly I see a friend (who's a dude) just stand up and start walking away. I asked if he was leaving and he said he was and then disappeared. Now in girl-dom this would mean she was really ticked off or had gotten her feelings hurt. Not the case with the guys. Part of me wonders if it would be freeing to just go as you please, but the girl in me who graduated first in her etiquette class (mmhmm that's right) thinks that it's all kinds of rude.

~ The second time happened later that night at a movie. A group of us went to see Mama Mia (5 girls, 1 guy). After the last musical number when the credits started to roll the guy just stood up and left. Again, no goodbye, just left. Weird.

Anxiety Dreams

~ I think that I have a pretty high threshold for my anxiety. I try to make it work for me, usually in the form of late night cram sessions. A lot of times I don't realize just how nervous I am until I wake up the next morning and recall my dreams the night before.

~ I was just recently called to be a Sunday School teacher (scary!) As today was my first day to teach I had one of these dreams just last night. A theme always emerges...I'm transported back to my college band days and am practicing for a performance. I'm on the field with all of my friends and I just can't get it right. I either can't remember where I'm going or don't know the music and I start freaking out because we are about to perform and I don't want to get reamed by Hondo. Last night's dream had me scrambling to find my music folder since I didn't have any of the songs memorized. I don't think back to my performance days all that often so I find it hilarious that some of my anxiety comes out in this form. At least it's good for a laugh to keep the nerves in check.

Crafting Things

~I've had the opportunity recently to do some crafting and event organizing. I realize how much I enjoy doing this stuff. I can't say that I'd want to start mass producing my products necessarily, but I would be interestd in figuring out how to work my desire to create into my career. Art therapy perhaps? :]

Here are my most recent creations:

~The first is a diaper cake I made for my friend's baby shower this past week. Kind of labor intensive, but oh so much fun to design.

~This is Rebel's centerpiece which I got to help design and put together (ignore my whithered bouquet...it had a long day in the June, Texas heat). Since we couldn't actually light the candles in the building I had to get creative and found some battery operated candles that gave off some nice light. To top it all off they were very budget friendly.

Miss Cleo says:

The new you is about to go on display. Don't bother with primping or any preparations forgotten until now. Focus exclusively on being yourself and letting soulmate activity come to you.

~ I think we all know that you shouldn't argue with words of wisdom from Miss Cleo. Let the "soulmate activity" begin! Maybe I should make plans to hang out at the barrel this weekend to up my chances of blue collar run-ins.

Desk Calendar Wisdom

"There is no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is in having lots to do and not doing it." ~Mary Little

Can I get an Amen?

Summer of Fun Part I

It's only the beginning of July and I realized today just how great of a summer I am having already. Productive? Eh, not so much, but fun for sure. A few of the highlights in pictures:




A quick weekend trip up to Amarillo to visit Rebel in her new house and check out Cadillac Ranch.



A not so quick roadtrip with Brandy to Stillwater, Oklahoma to visit Dr. KamiLynn at Oklahoma State.

A trip to Cali where I got the opportunity to a) have my 16 year old brother drive me around. (Yes, just as scary as it sounds)





and b) bike around Coronado island (where I also scouted for real estate, a little out of my price range, but the lifestyle is very appealing...surrounded by beaches and enlisted men, need I say more?)


Watch my best friend in Lubbock get married and serve as her wedding coordinator.



Hang out with people who share my fondness for all things white trash and indulge me by dressing up to watch documentaries about Oklahomans who fish for catfish with their barehands (deserving of its own post later). The inflatable deer head has to be one of my favorite purchases as of late. My favorite gift recently was the glow in the dark SPAM cups that Layne brought back for me from the Minnesotta SPAM museum.




Attempt to waterski at Lake Alan Henry and remember how much I love boating and all things that have to do with water.



And finally...making new friends!!

Life Lessons from "The Other Boleyn Girl"

In no particular order:

~ Sisters can be evil

~ There's usually trouble when a man comes into the picture

~ Being a ho gets you beheaded

~ Lust makes you do some really stupid things (e.g. deny your own progeny, create divorce, start your own Church, etc)

Since when did old and single equal creepy? Oh, wait...

Story #1:
Went to a new optometrist today. I was sitting in the chair contact-less (read: blind) and in walks the optometrist who I deem to be cute in a blurry sort of way (i.e., under 35, Southern accent, good smelling cologne.....what wasn't so blurry was the band of silver around his left ring finger) Anyway, as he's checking out my eyes he's making small talk and asks about my hobbies and then asks if I'm married to which I say, no I'm single. No joke, he then proceeds to scoot across the room on his rolly chair to crack open the door to the exam room. Then justifies it by saying that he needs some more air and that I should let him know if having the door open bothers me.

How's that for subtle???? We're fine in the semi-dark exam room until he realizes I'm single and then suddenly the room is stuffy. I know I couldn't have been eyeing him salaciously or anything similar because I couldn't focus on anything. Yet somehow I'm a pariah when it's discovered that I'm single? Weird question to be asking your patient anyway, buddy.

Story #2:
At FHE tonight my friend was playing a mix she titled "Junior High Dance" which was a smattering of hits that you would likely hear at said event over the years. So, a Christina Aguilera song comes on and a first year student asks me "What time does this remind you of? I deflect said loaded question and flipped it back on her (I am a therapist, you recall).

Her answer? "It reminds me of 6th grade."

My response: "Sixth grade? Holy crap! I was a junior in college when this song came out. I don't think we should play this game anymore."

The Dream Team

Finally had an opportunity to play Trivial Pursuit: 80s, 90s, and pop culture edition this weekend. I bought the 90s edition a few years back and only got to play that once with my friends. I mopped the floor with them on our first go round and no one has wanted to play with me since. An upside of having all your friends move away (the only upside I can see) is that a whole group of people were unaware of my mad skillz.

We split into two teams to make it go faster and I aligned myself with another friend who has idiot savant tendencies (like myself) who I've always wanted to pair up with and another friend who also has a store of pointless trivia knowledge.

We handily beat our components by five pie pieces. There were cries of us sweeping due to easy questions, but alas we are the dream team. There was a lot of smack talk going on throughout the game (honestly, none by me... I like it to be more of a sneak attack) and unfortunately, don't think this crew will be up for playing again...at least with this same team roster.

Here's a pic of the dream team (while it lasted) from disco roller skating a few weeks back.