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!

“Super Saiyan, Jedi Sh*t.”

I’ve had a really special, heart-warming, magical Valentine’s Day. I hope you did too!

My V-Day review:

Elijah, the four-year old dude I nanny, gave me a Star War’s Valentine. His handwriting is the sweetest.

Becca brought rose-shaped mini brownies to class for her and I to share. Delicious and pretty. I always love her treats.

I came home to Starbuck’s coffee and beautiful flowers from the hubby.

And then there were the date nights. I got three. (So far.)

Date night #1:

Husband and I went to see ‘The Vow.’  I’m not a huge movie person, and I’m especially not a huge mushy-gushy, romance movie person. But the moment I saw the commercial I told Robby we were going to see it for Valentine’s Day. I just knew I’d love it. And I did. Cheesy? Yes. But incredible cheese. I cried. Husband handed me a tissue. When his pizza came, he whispered to me, “I’ll share my pizza with you.”  Romance at it’s finest, y’all. And as we were driving home, the dude put the biggest smile on my face. If you’ve seen the commercials, you know Rachel McAdam’s character loses her memory due to a car crash. Channing Tatum’s character is the hubby trying to help her regain said lost memory. Driving back to the house, Robby informed me, “If that happened to you, you wouldn’t forget me.”  I think I laughed and asked why,or maybe he just rambled on by himself. “You couldn’t ever forget me. Our love is like…Super Saiyan, Jedi Shit.”  This is Robby combining Star Wars and Anime expressions to express his feelings about our relationship. My heart melted.

Date night #2:

Olive Garden. This is a sentimental restaurant for us because our first ever date was at an Olive Garden. (Before we went to shoot guns. Husband deserves a prize for best first date. Minus the first date awkwardness and jitters, it was perfect.) And chain restaurant as it may be, it’s among my favorite places to dine. It could be the nostalgia for our first date, but I think it maybe has more to do with the endless bread-sticks and chicken dumpling soup. Call me a romantic.

Date night #3:

Robby and I had an outdoorsy date planned for tonight, but I got back from my play rehearsal late and am pretty exhausted. We postponed planned third date for this weekend (Excited!) and headed to our local Sonic and bought Limeades instead. Once we got home, vodka was added to said Limeades. I currently feel like a rebellious teenager.

And now I get four dates in one week with my Super Saiyan, Jedi lover.

I’m a lucky, spoiled and right now slightly tipsy girl.

Word Vomit and Video Projects.

As happy as I am lately, I’ve also sort of been a little stressed. School is sucking away a good amount of my time, Husband and I are planning an upcoming vacation, money is more or less nonexistent right now, and my theatre class, as much as I love it, is really pushing me a bit outside of my comfort zone. (And I have a pretty wide comfort zone!) I had nearly forgotten both the thrill and the terror of performing in front of a group of people. It’s especially intense going into class never knowing what or how exactly I’ll be performing. (Example: The other day I volunteered and was told I was to act as if I was at a laundromat. I had to fold laundry while simultaneously flirting and attempting to get the attention of a dude classmate. And I couldn’t talk. I’ve been married for over 2 years now. It’s been a while since I’ve purposely batted my eyelashes, and my attempting probably looked more like twitching. Hopefully sexy twitching?) The experience is in general exhilarating and I can feel that I’m growing from it.  But mixed with the hustle and bustle of life already, I approached this weekend feeling pretty drained and ready for a break. For me, the perfect idea of relaxing is spending lots of quality time with my pals and my hubby. Lucky for me, I received plenty of this. Two girls nights, a couple’s date night (At Applebees ((Told you I’m broke)), which is now called ‘Club Apple’ and has strobe lights after 9pm. I can’t stress to you enough how much this tickles me.) AND I got to help one of my closest friends unpack a little. We’re both pretty excited that she just moved three miles away from me and within walking distance from the house I nanny at.  Side note: How weird would it be if my boss unknowingly saw me cruising through her neighborhood on one of my off days? I texted her beforehand so she’d know I wasn’t stalking her family for fun on the weekends. Well y’all, this has been Christina’s word vomit of the day. See below for a few pictures of a fabulous weekend AND a video project a couple of girly friends and I are quite proud of. Ahem:So. Tessa, Melody and I decided to humor ourselves (and hopefully a few others) and make one of those “Shit Girls Say” parody videos. We spent hours last night making it, and I stayed up later than I should have to edit the clips. We had a blast making and writing it and I don’t think the final product is all too shabby either. So. Without further ado, I present to you, “Shit Girls Say (To Make Themselves Feel Better)” :

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.

Allowing Myself.

I have had the most wonderful past few days.

Wednesday night was spent with three of my best girlfriends, chatting and laughing (a lot) and eating and drinking and being merry. Tessa gifted me a Half-Price books gift card and two beautiful bracelets. She knew I’d love the gift card, but was worried about buying me jewelry. She knows I only wear accessories if they mean something super special to me. Anything from this girl is something special, and this means I’ve officially added two pieces to my jewelry collection. The whole night left me heading home with my heart feeling completely full. It only became that much more full when decorating the tree with my hubby, whilst also sneaking in lots of kisses and slow-dancing to Christmas music in our living room.  The entire evening felt…magical. Yes. That’s the perfect word.

The next day, Melody, a friend I haven’t seen in years came over to my house. She arrived around 2:30 for our planned “reading date.” We didn’t read. At all. We talked. And talked. And talked. About everything and nothing, for what seemed like maybe an hour and a half. It was 9pm by the time Melody finally made her way to the door. We chatted for almost 7 hours straight. The time kind of just slipped right past us, and in that time I feel we created a friendship much closer than the casual one we had before.

The people in my life continuously amaze me. They’re just so great. They make me feel and think and laugh and just be more. They make me better, and their openness always inspires me to want to be more open too. This year so far, I’ve really made leaps and bounds in opening up to those closest to me. I’m more vulnerable than I’ve ever been. But I realize where I’m at now is not enough. The other day, it randomly dawned on me that I really am holding myself back. I still keep people, and even at times opportunities, at arms length. I make friends easily. I stumble into or seek out opportunities fairly often. Because of these things, this past year has been filled with so much love and so many conquered goals that I am proud to have accomplished. (But that’s for another blog.)

But there’s so much more I’m not letting myself get to. I can feel it. I’m not letting my relationships get as close as they could and as often as I jump into things, I don’t always fulfill them. And I know this is because I’m scared. The closer I get to something/someone, the more likely it is that that something/someone could hurt me. I hate giving that power to anyone else but myself. But I have to. I have to allow myself to go farther. To get closer in relationships. To have more seven hour conversations that leave me feeling more alive. To let others see me cry, and hope that they don’t laugh. To fail horribly. To be rejected. To give others the time and honesty they’ve always given me.  To say how I really feel, when I’m feeling it. To tell others what I want. To let myself know what I want, crazy and impossible as it may seem, and to go for it. If I allow myself to break through my own self-given inhibitors, no telling where this might take me.

Melody said a couple of things last night that really made me think. She first flattered me by saying that I inspired her. I don’t think I got around to saying it, but I feel the same about her. She’s the actress I wanted to be as a teenager but just wasn’t. (Because, um, I couldn’t act.) I was then admitting to her how awful I was at anything arts-and-crafts related and she just laughed and said,

“Well, you have pretty much everything else going for you.”

I guess it’s about time I use that to my full advantage.

My goal for 2012? To stop holding myself back. To allow myself.

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.

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.