Here’s to the good stuff.

Favorite moments this week:

(Collage by my lovely friend Becca)

  • Becca buying me food/happy hour and Tessa, later that night, buying me drinks downtown. I have super sweet friends who thankfully don’t let me use, “I’m broke” as an excuse to not hang out with them.
  • Speaking of Becca. In our shared religious course, she mistook the word “incense” for “incest” during lecture. Thus, instead of hearing  “All kinds of incense” in the church, she heard “All kinds of incest” in the church. Add the fact that my professor seemed really excited about this fact and Becca’s initial look of confusion and disgust, we ended up giggling uncontrollably for approximately five minutes in the back of the classroom.
  • New neighbors close to hubby and my age. They were outside today when I started my run and invited us over for “Beer and video games” sometime. Hubby may have found his neighborhood soul mates.
  • Receiving a really sweet secondhand compliment. Best friend Tessa informed me that our mutual buddy Brooks told her that there was just something about me that others are drawn to. Made me smile. It’s always good to know that people are talking good about you behind your back.
  • Going out with my best girly friend, a dude friend I haven’t seen in years and a new dude friend last night.
  • Funny/awkward moment of the night:I mentioned to new friend Scott that I was taller than him. He didn’t like this comment and set out to prove me wrong. We came across a group of women who I believe were celebrating a bachelorette party. Scott promptly asked who was taller. The consensus was that he was taller but that I was way hotter. Before walking off, one lady (or maybe it was two?) told new friend Scott, “She’s fine. You better treat her right.”  Err. They thought new friend Scott was my lover Scott. After said amusingly awkward conversation, new friend Scott went around to other groups asking not who was taller, but who was hotter. I definitely won. Hee.
  • Dancing on stage at a dueling piano bar. Though I have no dancing abilities whatsoever and I was still much too sober to be dancing on a stage, I had a blast.
  • Best dude friend Bryant messaging me pictures of our mutual girl crush, Selena Gomez. (No, We’re not quite pedophiles. She’s 19! And he started it.)
  • Upcoming fun weekend plans with my amazing hubby and wonderful friends.
  • I’m going to San Diego in two weeks!
  • So. Here’s to free happy hours, girl crushes, dancing on stages, upcoming vacations, being the hotter partner of a fake couple, new friends, old friends, the bestest of girl friends and all of the other good stuff, lovely moments and exciting adventures in between. Cheers,y’all!

“It’s a heart.” and other happy things.

I may be kind of delirious right now. Yesterday I left for work at 8:30 am and didn’t get home from school and then rehearsals until almost 10 (pm.) Yawn.

Things keeping me happy to be awake:

  • I came home after a long day on Tuesday to find wine,my favorite candy bar and mini Kit-Kats in the shape of a heart. Just to clear up any confusion, husband even wrote a note pointing to the Kit-Kats that read, “It’s a heart.”

As excited as I am for Valentine’s Day and the treats that come with it, these little impromptu surprises not attached to any holiday are even more special to me.

  • Speaking of my dude. We were celebrating his birthday at a friend’s house last week when Lauren, a girl I know from high-school, and I started chatting. She made me smile and blush a bunch when she said that Robby and I give her hope for this matrimony stuff and that we were what marriage should be like. Friends who really love each other. She then admitted to ‘stalking’  and loving every single one of my blogs. I was pleasantly surprised. I love being stalked by cool people!  This conversation also enunciated two opinions I already have:

1. My marriage really is the bee’s knees.

2. Girls? We’re all stalkers. Establishing this mutual understanding really makes for lovely conversations.

-Hubby and I are going to San Diego in three weeks! Confession: I found such a great deal on tickets but was so broke at the time that I only bought one ticket to San Diego. I just got finished buying the second one, and I managed to get Robby and I on the same flights and everything. There was a small chance that I was booking it solo to California. Glad to for sure be bringing my dude along now.

  • What I do at work:

For those of you who may be just tuning in, I’m not a killer motorcyclist. I’m a nanny.

  • Friend Deesh flattering me:
  • Friend Katie flattering me whilst making a funny:
  • 3,000 dollars in tax returns. Being a broke college student does have its upsides.
  • Receiving my script and also finding out that I get to work with a professional actor. Our short play (“The Philadelphia”) is meant to consist of two males and one female. However, so many more girls tried out that our professor was going to make do with an all female cast. I think she knew a lot of the humor would be lost without the two males, so she worked it out and found the professional for one male role. I’ll be the only girl in this particular skit, working with two amazing dude actors. I don’t know whether to be more nervous or excited. Let’s go with excited. Yes. Excited is a good summary to explain how life has me feeling lately. And sleepy. And nervous. And busy. But mostly excited.

In case of a city wide blackout, I’m your girl.

A couple of weeks back, a guy friend of mine posted this on my facebook:

“Your effing neverending happiness could power New York City for 24 whole hours in the event of a blackout.”

I’m not sure how I was supposed to take this, but I was both tickled and pleased. I love that friends know all too well and can tease me about my freakish amounts of joy. It’s something I’m proud of, because I feel I choose it. To be happy. To see the good over the bad. To love the rain. To plan trips when broke, knowing the memories will one day compensate for said brokeness. To take a long run when I’m feeling extra stressed. To catch some of the silly things I fuss about–A bad hair day, too much homework, a messy house–and know that this is what others would kill to complain about. To be thankful for my youth, knowing it’ll probably go by faster than I want it to. To laugh as much as possible. To focus on the little details that make life spectacular: The smell of a new book, Hour long talks with girl friends, Hot showers, Pretty skies, The first sip of my glass of merlot, The taste of a fresh-baked, Husband-made cookie, Holding hands with someone I love, The candy a friend brings me to class, Hearing my dog snoring, Long kisses, Sweet words, Random treats, The gift cards left over from Christmas that support date night on a really,really,really tight budget. It’s things like this that give me the potential to power New York City in the event of a black-out. (Ha-ha.)

At the same time, I won’t lie and say that the extra goodness life throws my way doesn’t maybe help out said happiness. This weekend for example. Chilling downtown and cruising in a Hummer limo with my best friend and other cool peeps. Neat, unforgettable experiences like this may indeed aid in some extra boosts of happy power. Ahem:Not to mention, the calmer joy of catching up with loved ones I haven’t seen in much too long…. 

I definitely have my occasional grumpy days. My sad days. My mad days. But more than all of these combined, I have good days. Great days. Loved,bright, wonderful days. And the bad days I do have are me being blessed and spoiled enough to complain about my silly first world problems. The fact is, life is good, and I’d be stupid not to choose happiness. I know that my positive feelings probably never will be enough to power any sort of city in case of black-out, but that’s okay. Right now, I’m watching the sun set from my window and I’m about to go get all fancied up for gift-card date night with the husband. And I couldn’t be happier.

2012, I think maybe I love you already.

“Follow me and everything is all right, I’ll be the one to tuck you in at night; And if you wanna leave, I can guarantee, you won’t find nobody else like me.”

Hello there and Happy New Year! I had a wonderful,safe,fun and slightly crazy night spent with friends at a local bar and later back at my very own house. My friends like my house. I like that my friends like my house. Because I like my friends and my house. (And the alchoholic goodies that friends bring along to my house.) You know those moments when you just feel completely wrapped up in happiness? And, you kind of just think to yourself, “This is perfect. I am happy.” I had one of those moments. Friends and I were sitting right next to a live band at the bar, and we were all drinking, laughing and singing along to a great rendition of Uncle Kracker’s, “Follow me.”  I’m young and alive and surrounded by sexy,wonderful people who love me. I’m starting a new year with a new dress, splendid folks and so many great plans and ideas already in mind. To top it all off and as luck would have it, I had just found a sparkly New Years hat to celebrate with. I just looked at all of the faces around me, and mixed with the music and the atmosphere and life in general, I just felt like jumping up and down out of pure joy. But sitting there basking in the glow and taking it all in was just as great.

Pictures of a, as my friend Melody put it, “crazy fun time.”

As most of you probably gather, my friends mean the world to me. One of my resolutions (That list coming soon) for 2012 is to be as good to my loved ones as they are to me. My best friend Tessa left me feeling like I’m off to a pretty good start a couple of days ago. She blog-commented,

And Christina, you’re absolutely beautiful. I love that you’re my best friend. My mom said the other day, “you really found a rare one with Christina. She seems to be a really good friend”. Indeed!”

If I was more of a crier, I would have cried. Instead, I just felt really heart-warmed and blessed. Ringing in the New Year with her and so many other of my closest friends seems to be a good sign for the rest of 2012. I can’t wait to see what this year has in store for me.

Frienbs?

Lookit all my  goodies, y’all. An adorable little bracelet from the four year old dude I nanny. A nice bottle of sparkling moscato from his parents. Lotion, cookies (that melt in my mouth, I must add)  and a Target gift-card from my lovely Katie. Leftover cupcakes from Sunday’s festivities. 18 white roses from my hubby dude. And all this before it was even Christmas week! I think I might be kinda spoiled. Not just by presents but also by the presence of so many wonderful peeps I have around me. Since my Christmas break started, I’ve been able to bask in all of the happiness and joy my loved ones and other people in general bring to my life. To further explain,  here’s an outline of my past few days:

Thursday night:

I was studying for my last final when I got a text from my best girlfriend asking if she could come over for a bit. Well,duh. We tested out her mom’s Christmas gift, watched a marathon of The Biggest Loser and she asked me how to make meatballs.  I don’t think I’ve ever taught anyone how to cook anything before, so the fact that she trusted me even on one of the easiest of recipes is still quite a big deal. We also decided we should have weekly get together’s involving marathons of The Biggest Loser. It felt pretty perfect doing absolutely nothing with my best friend.

Friday afternoon:

I went to my friend Emily’s, and she had homemade baked macaroni and cheese waiting for me. (See? Spoiled.) She also let me delve into her scrap booking supplies, and we were both tickled at how horrible I was at being crafty. Below, you can probably see where some of our giggle fits came from:

If you’re still confused by my air-headed ways, I was attempting to spell “friends.” The stamps confused me, so it came out, “Frienbs.”

Friday evening:

Husband brought home my beautiful roses and we had a date night at the most delicious hole-in-the-wall restaurant. I’m usually not a fan of Mexican food, but Jardin Corona is on par with Italian and sushi for me. This is a big deal.

Friday night:

Tessa and I decided last minute to go to my friend Becca’s Christmas party.  I’m so glad we did. The whole night,or what I recall of it, was a blast. Highlights:

  • Being lost in the parking lot for 30 minutes with Tessa. We were cold and jogging around awkwardly and climbing on gates and cracking up laughing and, as always, having a blast together.
  • Becca, who was tipsy when we  arrived, introducing me to everyone as, “This is Christina. She’s lost 30 pounds.” Later on in the night, Becca and a friend of hers were talking about another girl who got jealous easily. Becca responded with something along the lines of, “That’s stupid.  I go places with Christina and she knows everyone, and that doesn’t make me mad.” Ha. Despite our many happy hours, I rarely see this girl intoxicated. It was fun.
  • Some random dude hitting on me by telling me I was too young to be married and that I should instead be with him. When I rejected him, he told me I could inform my husband that he had a good girl. Basically he was telling me that anyone who had the will-power to reject him was obviously a keeper. I found this more amusing than annoying. Douche bags are entertaining.
  • Cynthia, who I’ve met once before, telling me I looked like I weighed 100 pounds. I do not weigh 100 pounds. But I still thoroughly enjoyed the compliment.
  • Meeting new,exciting, fun people who made me laugh hysterically all night.
  • Being surrounded by a couple of the ladies who I love the most in this world.

 Saturday night:

This past summer, I went out on a whim and posted an ad on craiglist looking for a nannying job. The family I found turned out to be so much more amazing than I ever hoped for, and they’ve turned into much more than just a summer nanny job. They feel more like family to me now. I’m visiting them this week and the plan is to nanny for them again this summer. (Because I have another permanent job right now, I’m going to speak to both mommies and attempt to combine the two. Five kids+One me= Taking on a new adventure?) In the meantime, Gwen and her family have definitely helped open doors for convenient, heart-warming and fun part-time jobs. I was hired for my current job because of Gwen talking me up on the phone for over half an hour. Saturday night, I babysat for a 6 month old little dude who is the son of one of Gwen’s friends. This is the same night that both ladies were at a work Christmas party. When I got home from babysitting, I was tickled to have received these new comments on facebook:

The frequent babysitter card deal actually isn’t such a bad idea….

Sunday night:

Shannon hosted a small tacky-Christmas sweater party at my house. A few friends and family members came over and enjoyed a game of perverted Apples to Apples, alcoholic eggnog, ugly clothes and lots of laughs and holiday cheerfulness. As excited as I am for the new year and all of the opportunities and adventures I already see in store, I am definitely soaking up the rest of an already amazing 2011. This partly means enjoying the heck out of all of this/these happiness, food, festivities, excitement, adventures, fun and frienbs. Er….I mean friends.

Being right here.

Yesterday I received this note on a paper I wrote for Intro to Counseling:

“This paper ‘set the bar’ for the rest of the class. Way to go!” 

I received 17 out of 15 possible points.

I’ve done really great in school since I’ve started. I’ve never failed a class and I rarely make anything lower than a B.  Looking back on blogs from just a few of years ago, it shocks me how little faith I had in myself. I pretended college didn’t mean much to me, but I know now that this wasn’t truly the issue. I didn’t believe that I had the intelligence to go to a four year university.

In a year and a half, I’ll be the first female to ever graduate college in my family.  Partly because of this, college was never something that I was really encouraged to do. I was never discouraged from going to college, so I guess you could say my parents were supportive either way. I understand this. My dad has been extremely successful without a college education. He never pushed college on me, because he believed I’d be fine without it. In a way, this was a relief. I’m not so good at doing things when I feel they’re being forced on me. At the same time, never being given that extra push hindered me. A college education started to intimidate me. I was never really told that I should, which in turn didn’t make me think that I actually could. 

It took some friendly pushes from other loved ones (My best friend and her mommy to name a couple that really stand out) to really show me that I had the initiative, determination, intelligence and strength to strive for more than an associates degree.

Looking back, where I’m at now still sometimes amazes me. I never in a kabazillion years imagined I would be where I am at 22 years of age. So many of the wishes I wistfully hoped for but never actually expected have come true now. I’ve made them come true. But as I’ve gained confidence over the past couple of years, I am constantly striving for more and more and more. My goals are ten times what they were two years ago, and the rate at which I accomplish them at least the same. This is good and all, but it’s also put me in a place where I fail to notice how far I’ve come. I all too often dismiss where I’m at in my journey to get where I’m going. 

And I’m at a pretty damn good place right now. I’m a house-owner. I’m also the owner of a pretty wonderful husband (Ha.) I’m able to travel frequently. I have a job that I love and that helps pay the bills. I’m getting closer and closer to graduating. I make good grades. I’m able to try new things and go on lots of adventures. I’m constantly surrounded by people who love me.

It hasn’t been until recently that I realized I deserve all of this. I’m not just lucky. I work really hard. I study my ass off. I sometimes spread my time thin with projects and extracurricular activities. I make (mostly) good decisions. I try (though I’m sure I occasionally fail) to be the best and kindest person I can be.

I know that I’ve been my toughest critic. People often see me as this super-confident,outgoing (sometimes slightly insanely so) girl. But there was a time in my life where I was all kinds of insecure, shy and awkward. The moment I began having the tiniest bit of faith in myself, all of that started changing. I’m confident now not because I think I’m the greatest thing to ever exist but because I have to be. (Confident, not the greatest thing to ever exist.) Believing in myself has gotten me here; To doing what I thought I couldn’t do and then some. I’ve raised my own bar. And I’m proud of that. As great as getting there will someday feel, looking back has shown me just how amazing being right here really is.

Ps: Take the time to feel proud of yourself today.

Seeing the Special.

I am constantly reminded lately that family is so much more than what you’re born into. It’s more than often those you find, or who find you, along the way. It’s acceptance despite the disagreements. It’s laughter and arguments and hugs and fights and a whole lot of unconditional love. It’s connections that, sometimes, run just as deep or deeper than blood relations do. It’s those who are there. I feel like such a lucky girl to have acquired so much of this sort of family into my life.

Ahem:

More on Family and Thanksgiving Weekend:

The above picture was taken by Robby’s niece. She’s two. Impressive,eh?

Husband and I spent Thanksgiving with his family in Port Neches, Texas. This is about a 5 hour drive from Austin, and with two dogs in the car it makes for quite a road-trip.

Seeing my second family and eating the food that was prepared was quite worth it though.

My daddy-in-law and I got into our first ever political debate. We were sitting outside on the porch. Robby had to walk away. Husband is much like his mom, usually neutral and calm. I’m much more like his dad, argumentative and stubborn. I thought we were having a pretty friendly debate though. Mr. Boudreaux is extremely conservative. I’m pretty moderate. I was simply trying to clear up some stereotypes he seemed to have, and he seemed to simply want to wring my neck. He eventually walked away from me, obviously irked. I was scared. I had never seen my dad-in-law so upset, especially not at me. He loves me. I went back inside, feeling bashful, and eventually made my way to the dessert table. Mr. Boudreaux eventually made his way back inside too, and found me eating some pie. He looked at me eating my pie momentarily,and with an almost straight face announced:

“That’s what liberals eat.”

I attempted not to die laughing.

Um. I kind of got sick Thanksgiving night. Robby’s family paces themselves and drinks for 8 hour periods at a time. I don’t know how to pace myself nor can I drink for 8 hour periods at a time. I also kind of forgot that I’ve lost a significant amount of weight and my body can’t handle liquor like it used to be able to. Once 10:30 pm rolled around, I was throwing up in my in-laws toilet. I’m so glad that I’m past the proving myself stage.

My mom-in-law, sister-in-law and I all went Black Friday shopping. We had a lovely time bonding and shopping, and I came back with 100 dollar Reebok running shoes for only 35 dollars. Though I actually didn’t even spend that. Robby’s mom spoils me a bunch and bought them for me.

Robby’s niece and nephew are freaking adorable and I adore them. It’s also a nice reminder that husband and I are going to make some cute ass babies one day.

Saturday night, hubby and I were back in our house and I was ready to see some more family of the non-related kind. Five of my closest buddies came over, bringing liquor and love along with them. The great thing about my friend’s liquor and their love? They both seem to stick around long after they’re gone. Priscilla left a whole bottle of wine (I’ve been instructed not to drink more than half,but I may or may not oblige.) Deesh left plenty of cotton candy vodka, and someone left some Shiner for the husband. I feel the liquor love.

Other favorite moments of the night: Unintentionally being color-coordinated with my best dude friend. Breaking a wine glass and Emily vacuuming it all up for me. Sometimes I call her Mommy Emily. Giggles with my girlies. Getting Deesh tipsy. (He rarely drinks and has never been drunk. Seeing him tipsy is always a  pleasure.) Looking around the room at faces that I love and who love me right back, and feeling overwhelmingly satisfied and happy.

Last night I made chicken parmesan and french onion soup and cuddled up on the couch with the husband to eat it. I’ve gotten much better at cooking lately. And the two of us seem to keep getting more awesome at this relationship stuff. We’re now going on four years of togetherness.  The first couple of years we were together, I kept wondering when things would start going downhill. I had been conditioned to believe that this was how all relationships worked.  It’s all I had ever really known. Surprisingly, it’s only gotten so much better. We’ve only gotten so much better. We’re annoyingly good together. There’s enormous amounts of mutual trust, respect, adoration and attraction. We’re friends just as much as we are lovers. We call each other sickening names such as “honey bear” and “cuddle bug.”  Husband, in husband-like fashion,mentioned a couple of nights ago, “Baby, We get to have sex forever.” And this, for us, is a good thing. I’m beginning to realize now that a relationship that gets consistently and disgustingly more good as the years go by is probably a really good sign. We’re not going to go downhill; We’ve made it up that damn hill and we’re going to stay there. Him and I, we’re in this thing for the long haul.

My family is the sort that comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes—Sometimes even with four legs and a tail. It’s all of the amazing wonders in my world who know and love and accept and cherish me as much as I do them. It’s those who make me the happiest. It’s those who do nice things when they really don’t have to. It’s those who adore me, not because they have any sort of obligation to, but just because they do.

To sum it up, My best friend commented on my blog the other day and said this:

“I’ve never met anyone quite like you and I wish I was the only one who could say that butttt I probably am not because you are that special in so many ways.”

I think family, wherever they may come from and whoever they might be, does just that. They look past the imperfections. They see the special in you. 

A long way of saying thank-you.

I’m feeling thankful, y’all. Not just because it’s almost Thanksgiving. I mentioned the other day that my friend Samm delivered a coffee to my classroom. A couple of days prior to that, she brought me chocolate chip cookies. This weekend, my hubby came home with holiday mugs (coffee and it’s related things are the way to my heart.) and bubble bath treats. This weekend, I was finally able to squeeze in some catch-up time with some friends I’ve been missing a whole bunch. I just feel so blessed to have so many wonderful people in my life. In celebration of little treats, an upcoming holiday and amazing people, I’d like to dedicate this blog to some of my favorite gifts (of the human sort),and to the lovely, sometimes amusing and often surprising ways they came into my life.

  • Meg, and our 10+ years of best friendship. 75 percent of this best friendship has been kept from thousands of miles away. She is,hands down, the most caring and wonderful person I’ve ever known, and I can’t describe in words how much love I have for this girl.
  • Tessa, and our awkwardly innocent 16 year old selves meeting almost seven years ago. We worked at a jewelry store together, giggled about the same silly things and were both obvious virgins. As the years went by, we’d often see each other a handful of times or less a year. Now we can barely go a week without having withdrawals from the other. We have a non-sexual romantic kind of love.
  • Bryant, and our six+ years of dude/girl best friendship. I remember painting houses with him on our senior trip in London; I was feeling sad because I didn’t think our friendship would make it after graduation. Going through drawers the other day, I found a note from him that almost made me cry. It ended with: ”U taught me friendship and true love in friendship… yes L-O-V-E lol. I love u christina—and I don’t know y I’m writin haha….I just felt like it…..we use to write to each other in highschool and I would never write you back haha….so here you go!”  Our friendship has easily gotten ten times stronger since that day we painted houses together in London.
  • Priscilla, who intimidated me in high school because she was cool. I was not cool in high school. (I’m only slightly more cool now.) When she started dating Bryant, we slowly started hanging out too. I was a little surprised when, last Christmas, she bought me a present. She, at first, feigns nonchalance in relationships and we still weren’t that close yet. Later,she admitted she bought me a gift because she wanted me to be her friend. It tickles me that she tried to purchase my friendship. I won’t say it worked, but for what it’s worth, she is one of my closest friends a year later.
  • Emily, Brooke, Patrick, and Jennifer and my two months of working with them at Starbucks. They, one by one, left due to lousy management. It only took two months of working with them for all four to become some of my favorite people more than two years later.
  • Kimber and Bonnie, whom I met in Spanish 2 at Austin Community College. They were the first to take me out for drinks on my 21st birthday. This began a tradition of countless happy hours, long conversations and more memories and laughs than I could possibly count.  Bonnie’s pregnant now, so it may be a while until our next group drink. But happy hour or not, I feel so lucky to have these two in my life. It also must be noted that Kimber makes some mean blueberry cupcakes and has a really comfy bed.
  • Miss Katie and our high-school memories of playing hooky to chat in the girl’s locker room. After graduation, we became even closer and began traditions of making music videos and taking photo shoots together. This past summer, we went on a week and a half road-trip to New Mexico, in which I paid for almost nothing. With more than five years of friendship under our belt, I can say for sure that she is one of the most giving people I know, and definitely among the best to take fully clothed pictures in the bathtub with.
  • Fernanda, a coworker whom I never imagined I would be friends with. She didn’t like me because my family owned the store we worked at. I didn’t like her because she didn’t like me. It was when I got engaged that this all changed. I didn’t want to plan my wedding. She did. She took me to a bridal convention, helped me pick out my dress, was one of my bridesmaids, and probably did five times what I did as far as my wedding planning goes. Thus began a beautiful friendship.
  • Chelsea and Jake, who are among the most amusing and sweetest of all the fellow married couples I know and love.
  • My husband, and meeting him at a party after I had digested one too many jello shots. I was prancing around the garage in a bikini, while also attempting to avoid a creepy dude who had been hitting on me all night. That’s when I saw Robby. It was a strange moment, like one of those you hear about in cheesy romance novels. We locked eyes, and though I don’t believe in ‘Love at first sight,’ it was definitely some kind of instant connection. I’d never experienced anything like it before. Maybe it was the jello shots. Husband likes to say he knew then that he thought he could marry me, which I think is silly but still flattering. Later that night, we juiced a cantaloupe. A year and a half later, we were married.
  • Becca and Crystal, whom have become two of my closest friends from college. Over a year of happy hours, study breaks, coffee dates, school projects and parties these two have both become such wonderful, fun and amazing girl friends to me.
  • Deesh and Bing, who I met through my husband and have since proven to be among the coolest and sweetest guys I know.
  • Samm and our new friendship, acquired thanks to Government class. She’s already proven to be a great friend and spoils me way more than necessary. (Not that I’m complaining.)
  • Jenny, who was a blogging friend and has now become a real-life AND blogging friend.
  • All of my other blogging buddies (very possibly YOU!) who have made me laugh, think, feel and understand so much more than I ever would have without their presence in the blogosphere.

I could write a book about all of the people I love, but I’ll stop now. (So don’t be sad if you’re not on here, because I probably love you too!) This blog is just a really long way of saying that I’m lucky and loved and happy and oh so thankful. So…..thanks guys. Thanks for making me a really happy,loved, spoiled girl/brat. Y’all are the best.

Weekend Highlights: Projects, Friends and Butter.


Weekend Highlights:

  • Working on a new project that I’m super excited about. A little sneak peek of the awesomeness to come:
  • Happy Hour with buddies from school. And silly mirror pictures with a buddy while at happy hour.
  • Party with friends; This including my finally reunited gang of homies. It’s been way too long. Robby and I went on vacation. Chelsea and Jake went on their honeymoon. Bryant lives in San Antonio for school. Priscilla goes up to see him lots of weekends. Tessa went on vacation. Kaitlyn has just moved back from California. The fact that we were ALL back together at last made for a giddy, giggly and wonderful evening indeed.

  • Dancing around the house to about a million different songs with my best girl friend. We danced on and off for hours, and very badly at that. Friends giggled at first but eventually just ignored us. Tessa and I became the two tipsy girls dancing horribly around the house like crazy people.  It was amazing.
  • Cooking bacon-wrapped, cream cheese/ onion stuffed mushrooms and rice and buttery breadcrumb filled avocados. I take a ridiculous amount of joy in making fruits and veggies as unhealthy as possible. It’s not really my fault that everything tastes better with butter and bacon.
  • Husband and I had planned on going bowling last night, but after we had stuffed our faces full of goodness, we were both just ready to have a date night on the couch instead. This turned out to be a lovely decision. What my night consisted of: Rocking out to cheesy pop music while jumping up and down on my couch, whilst my dog eyed me, looking terrified. Ending the evening by cuddling with my boy and drinking salted caramel hot cocoa. Life has me feeling this perfect mixture of excited and peaceful and loved and content. I would like to freeze these moments in time and come back to them whenever I want to. But since I can’t, living it right now is just fine with me.

Life Lessons: Flowers, Scissors and a News Girl.

As some of you know, I’m on a comedy podcast with three dudes. I’m their news girl. I’m kind of a slacker news girl. To put it lightly. It’s become a running joke about me missing nearly every week for some kind of, in the boy’s opinions, outlandish reason.  They like to take it a step farther and say things such as, “Remember when you were gone last week, because you were helping build houses in Rwanda?” My actual excuse last week was because of a deaf volleyball game, which didn’t really help things. But all of their jokes aside, they are pretty great about understanding that I always have about a million projects going on. The truth is, I truly enjoy being the news girl, but I suppose I could participate a bit more. You would think I would want to. Our podcast is getting more legit. They even got Chuck Testa on a phone interview a few weeks back. I don’t know who Chuck Testa is, but apparently he’s somebody. When I asked Ryan (podcaster dude) who Chuck Testa was, he replied with, “You and I live in totally different worlds.” And when I asked my friend Deesh:

Well. Okay then. Google taught me that he has something to do with taxidermy and was featured on Tosh.O.

But what I’m getting at here is….I should want to be a more available news girl/friend. I know these things. Yesterday I decided I would show up, on time and ready to start a new era of me maybe being a perfect reporter of strange news. Once Ryan found out I was coming, he told me that there would be a potluck and that I should bring creamed corn. I knew he was lying, and even if he wasn’t, I wasn’t about to make any creamed corn. It’s enough that I decided to not go fly kites in Ecuador this Thursday, is it not?! So I countered his creamed corn comment by telling him to bring me flowers, for being such an amazing news girl. This was obviously a joke.  Much to my surprise, Ryan ACTUALLY bought me flowers, and presented them to me on the podcast.

Receiving Flowers:

Much to my surprise AGAIN, these boys had a list of each and every time I had skipped podcast, and my usually odd reasoning for skipping each one. And then appeared the scissors. For each time I skipped, they CUT a flower off.  I feel like this should be illegal, though at the time I was too stunned to do much of anything. I have received my share of flowers from dudes. I have never received flowers from dudes to then have them then snipped off in front of my face. I realized at this point that I had skipped podcast a rather large amount of times.

I was left feeling a mixture of a few feelings. Shocked. Heart-warmed that the boys bought me flowers. Maybe a little heartbroken but also extremely humored that half of my flowers were now merely flower petals. Extremely amused that my remaining flowers were in a vase made from a vodka container.

Leftover flowers:

I heard the full story after podcast. Ryan, the occasionally sweet one, was at the store when he got my text. He decided he was going to be a nice dude and actually buy me flowers. He came home with them, and announced, “I got Kastina (his nickname for me) flowers!” Cody, the evil one, came up with the rest of the plan.  I couldn’t let them off TOO easy. Myself and the two other girls at podcast informed them that they were mean. Ryan had these things to say for himself:

“Kastina. How often do people do nice things for you? (A lot.)……..How often does your husband buy you flowers? (….A lot)……..You know everybody loves you. (I am pretty darn loved.) So shut-up!”

I can’t really remember if he actually told me to shut-up, but that was the gist of it. I do know that, despite their strange but lovable way of going about it, these dudes do care about me. So this is what I’ve got from the whole ordeal: Sometimes I suck and should maybe be taught entertaining little lessons. At the same time, when I’m being taught lessons, somehow I still am able to salvage out some flowers, sweet words and a funny story out of the whole deal. Makes me feel like a pretty lucky girl.