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Good Lookin’ Numbers

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Some Good Lookin’ Numbers (Mixed with pictures of past few days):

1.$3,000 direct deposited for tax return today.

2. 1 month until my play. I go to rehearsals exhausted and somehow leave feeling excited and glowing. I’ve missed acting.

3. Eight days until hubby and I are in San Diego.

4. 10/10 on my first Mass Media History and Theory exam. I was happy about it but didn’t think too much of this grade until Monday. Professor announced something like, “So I think only one other person has ever made a perfect grade in my class. But one of your classmates made a 100% on this exam….”  It took a second for me to register and when I did I gave a little gasp/clap without thinking. He meant me! Professor then smiled and pointed my way. “You obviously all know who that is now…” Class then gave me a round of applause. Embarrassingly proud moment in my life.

5. Almost 4,000 views (In just a few weeks!) on the video a couple of girly friends and I made, Shit Girls Say (To Make Themselves Feel Better.)

6. One really sexy husband.

Life>Naps

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I am simultaneously exhausted and ecstatic.

Firstly, let me just announce, I GOT A ROLE IN THE SCHOOL PLAY! I still can’t really believe it. I’ll be playing a bitchy/smart-ass waitress in one of the 5 ten-minute shorts Concordia is performing this semester. This may or may not have to do with the fact that  I auditioned as a bitchy/smart-ass McDonald’s employee. This particular play involves a chick who has been sucked into an alternate reality where she can’t get anything she asks for. The entire play is in a restaurant setting. Needless to say, I have a bunch of fun/humorous lines and I probably would have picked this role if I could have myself. I’m excited beyond belief but also preparing to make some sacrifices. The first being that I can’t spend Valentines Day with my hubby due to rehearsals and that a lot of other free time will now be sucked away (Shit starts getting really real the week of my birthday.) But right now, I’m kind of on a natural high and have decided it will all be more than worth it. At the same time, I’m pretty tempted to fall asleep on my keyboard right now. Trying to take on the world is kind of tiring sometimes. But a good kind of tiring.

Secondly, husband’s birthday is today. He’s 29! My friends and I threw a little surprise party for him on Saturday. And when I say my friends and I, I mostly mean my friends. I spent the day with Robby’s family (Who spoiled us with cupcakes and stuff) and babysat that night, so I was short on time. Katie was more than happy to let me use her place, and Tessa bought cake and balloons (which she wouldn’t let me pay her back for.) Both of these dear girl friends prepared festivities and made everything look party-ready and perfect. They even wrote some of Robby’s token sayings all over the balloons. (IE; “F***ing A!”) Husband, being consistently late to everything (One of the reasons I may kill him before he’s 30…),showed up an hour late.  My group of friends and I sat in the dark for 60 minutes, talking and giggling and once, accidentally surprising the wrong peeps. We had a blast waiting for my tardy dude to show up.

Last night, my friend Priscilla surprised me with a carton of ice-cream and we had a girl’s night of wine, dramatic tv shows and chocolate chip cookie dough ice-cream.

Today at my nanny job, I accidentally fed the two year old artichoke dip. No chips included. I thought it was pasta. Afterward,I brought hubby home some presents, studied and did my 4 days a week ab-workout routine. The boy and I just got home from Mexican-food (His favorite) date night.

Life is really good. I need a nap. But naps can wait. Life cannot! Now excuse me, while I watch a movie with the birthday boy and hopefully do not drool on him whilst snoring.

Trying out.

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Early this week in my theatrical performance class, my professor gave a little speech that really stuck with me. She encouraged us to try out for the school play and stressed that once we get a bit older and graduate, the opportunities we have whilst in school oftentimes become more scarce (What with full-time jobs, kids, etc.) She enunciated the fact that we should take advantage of all we can right now, while there’s an abundance of choices ripe for the taking. What she was saying were rules I try to live by daily, but inspired me nonetheless. I had actually already signed up to try out, but this gave me that extra push to truly give said try-out my all.

Honestly, I was terrified. It’s been years since I was in high-school theatre, and being enrolled in a tiny private school, trying out was not really a necessity back then. I thought about it for a while before I finally just stopped thinking and signed my name on the audition list. I memorized a one-minute monologue, went over it probably over a million times, and still thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest while waiting for my turn to audition. Once in there and after reading my monologue, my adrenaline was on super speed after being asked to read other lines and to also ad-lib acting like a chimpanzee. It was insane. I was completely out of my element. I felt the need to cry. And laugh. And run away. And jump up and down and dance and high-five people because I did it. I actually did it.

That’s what trying out was about for me. I know that there are things I’m much better at than acting, and I didn’t go into this expecting to get a role. I did it because I wanted to. Because I love the thrill of performing, if only for 10 minutes in the form of an audition. Because facing fears feels fabulous. (Say that five times fast.) I did this for me. I was vulnerable and scared and shaking and it felt amazing. I all too often wait until I feel I’ve “accomplished” something or am “successful”  to announce it to others. But this is me announcing that I don’t know if I got a role. But I accomplished trying out for that role. I was successful in that I went through with something that really,really freaked me out. I am succesful in that I feel more alive and proud of myself because of it. And that’s enough for me.

I have a call-back tomorrow morning. This may not mean anything. But that’s okay. My old-man husband is turning 29 on Monday, and his parents come down tomorrow to spoil us with food and stuff. I have fun nights and adventures planned with friends this weekend. I am doing the best I can at living and fear-facing every day. That’s what this life stuff is all about I suppose. Not always getting everything you want, or accomplishing every goal, or always getting a lead role. But always trying out.

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

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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.

Holiday Moments 2011

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I had a lovely, special, enchanting, festive, warm, cuddly, magical Christmas this year. I really hope you did too!

Some favorite moments:

  • My friend Priscilla presented me with my Christmas present last Friday. Beautiful  Steven Madden shoes with about 343243 inch heels.  I was equal parts grateful and terrified. I don’t do high heels. I can’t walk in them without falling all over the place every five seconds. 343243 inch heels are especially frightening. Along with my gift and much to my amusement, Priscilla presented me with two conditions.

1. “You have to throw away those black strappy things.” I have these pair of wedges that aren’t the cutest but I wear out because they were super cheap and are comfortable. We came to the agreement that I didn’t have to throw them away, but could only wear them twice a year. Or when she wasn’t around.

2. “I have to teach you how to walk in them. We will have lessons later.”  Deal.

  • Seeing the above baby and her family. I nannied for them all last summer but hadn’t seen them in about four months. On Friday, I was finally reunited with three of my favorite little ladies. I was sort of afraid Poppy wouldn’t remember me.  Four months is so long in baby time. After her mom warned me that she had been especially clingy and wouldn’t even go to her mother-in-law, she actually reached for me to hold her. Gah. For someone who doesn’t want kids til she’s 85, I still sure do love the ones that don’t belong to me.

  • I must note a couple of the gifts I received within a 24 hour period. Husband put lottery tickets and wine in my stocking, and Gwen gifted me coffee and beverage mugs. Gambling, alcohol and caffeine for Christmas. People knowing me too well is really making me look like such a well-rounded individual,eh?!
  • Christmas text messages between the best dude friend and I.  See above. The way we address each other tickles me.
  • Spending Christmas day with my hubby and the in-laws. The whole day was perfect. It’s completely true that marrying someone means you marry their whole family too. And I am so thankful for that. I couldn’t have found better than my man and the Boudreaux clan that came along with him.
  • So. Much. Food.
  • Pretty lights.
  • Eating out with my lovely family. To make a great evening even better, my aunt and uncle paid for Robby and I as part of our Christmas present. Made my heart and tummy full.
  • Maybe I love this time of year because of all the bright and shiny things. Maybe it’s because it always reminds me how very loved I am, and how many special people I have in my life. Maybe it’s the cold weather and getting all warm snuggled up with my boy. Maybe it’s being surrounded by friends and family. Maybe it’s that everyone just seems just a little bit more cheerful. Maybe it’s tales of Santa Claus and watching cheesy made-for-tv Christmas movies. Maybe it’s being around little ones that stirs up and finds the magic my little kid self felt for this season. Maybe it’s all of the surprises and gifts and get-togethers and food. Maybe and probably it’s a mix of all of these things and so much more.But I won’t over-think it. I’m sitting next to my husband and he’s saying sweet things to me and I believe it’s time for some more cuddling now.
  • What makes this time of year special for you?

Being right here.

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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.

Oh,Leander.

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“This is a big world, That was a small town;

There in my rear-view mirror disappearing now…”

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Last weekend I drove into the town of Leander,Texas for my little brother’s sixth birthday party. This isn’t unusual. My parents live in Leander, and the city line is about 5 minutes or less from my house. But this five minutes never fails to bring me to another world entirely. And no matter what, the minute I drive in, I am swept away with this bittersweet nostalgia —One that no other town, despite only a five minute drive, could quite provide. With all of the milestones I am passing with each second, I am always overwhelmed by the rush of memories and feelings I experience so intensely and abruptly. It’s like I’m not the present me anymore. I’m not Christina Boudreaux. I haven’t been happily married for two years. I’m not a house-owner, or a full-time student, or a nanny. I’m not satisfied or confident or happy or sure. I’m not a 22 year old girl doing her best to get the most she possibly can out of life. Maybe that’s who I am in the city 5 minutes away, but that’s not who I am the minute I drive into Leander,Texas.

I’m 16 again. I’m lonely and confused. I’m terribly missing my best friend, who’s recently moved thousands of miles away. I’m jealous that she’s making her own way where she is, and I’m unsure why I can’t do the same. I’m missing my old neighborhood and hesitant about this new one. I miss my friends and my pool and having my own bathroom.

Or

I’m 17 again. I think I’ve found security and control in the ability to control what I eat. I am unhealthily thin and people are worried but I can’t see it and I don’t care. I am 5’7 and can fit into my 5’1 cousin’s size 0 blue-jeans, and that is all that matters to me. I will ignore the looks I receive and the fact that I look rather sickly and that my bones should never be that apparent. Luckily, it’s not just the bad kind of determination that drives me. I am also determined to attend an accredited school my senior year, because I do not want a GED, damnit, I want a diploma. And then I do. I do attend an accredited school. And It’s scary and I’m awkward. But I make friends. I slowly find my way to healthy again, with the help of some classmates who truly care about me. In my class of 13, I develop crushes on ¾ of the boys present. I giggle often and at inappropriate times. I convince myself I will be the 40 year old virgin. I also convince myself that I am madly in love with my best (and first) guy friend, and I listen to sad, teenage-angst,TaylorSwift-ish songs because he is dating somebody that isn’t me. It won’t be until much later that I realize I love him without being in-love with him. I’m learning about myself and life and I’m facing my insecurities while still being horribly insecure. I’m still terrified of many things, but I’m doing what I can and I’m learning. I’m learning so much.

But more often than not….

I’m 18 again. I’ve been to Paris and London and Maryland and New York and Colorado within a 3 month period. My eyes are opened. I’m living, I’m fully living, and I want more. I am facing my fears, often without even realizing it. The world is amazing, and I never knew it, and I want to know all of it. I am on the edge. I am innocent beyond measure and I want so badly just to be kissed. I want to fall in love. I want to explore life and the world and do things that I maybe shouldn’t. I can feel these things growing inside of me, and I know that I’m ready for things I haven’t been before, and I know that this could be dangerous. But I don’t care, or maybe I do, but just not enough. I’m not confident, but I’ve found a joy and wonder in living which may slightly resemble confidence, and that’s just enough for me to get by. And then I’m working my first real job. I’m a waitress and I’m a horrible waitress and I get yelled at a lot. And then I get better. I learn how to talk to people and multi-task and to take criticism positively. Somewhere in this mix, I also learn how to flirt. And then I get kissed. And I fall for somebody I shouldn’t. And the city of Leander,Texas becomes a marker for my first broken heart. And pretty soon, I’ve hurt my family and I’ve hurt other people’s families and I’m hurting so badly too. This isn’t what I’d read about or dreamed about or watched movies about at all. Deep down, I think I always knew it wouldn’t be.

I am at the year and the job and the time in my life that will affect and change me more than any other, but I don’t know that yet. All I know is that my heart hurts and I am sad and that other people are sad because of me and that really, I don’t know very much at all.

A close family member and I were talking the other day, and she asked me about those now infamous months in my life. “If you could take all of that back, you would, right?”  Without really thinking, I told her that I would, of course I would. But honestly, I know I wouldn’t. I wish I could take the hurt I caused others back, but that would mean also taking back all of the growing and learning I did through the hurt. Yes, that was the hardest year of my life. And in some ways, I did change for the worse. I have major trust issues. Eighteen is the year I put my guard up, and it still hasn’t come down completely. I lost my innocence, not psychically, but mentally. I occasionally miss that girl and her complete faith in the world and others, but more often than not, I just smile and wish that I could give that girl a big hug.

Because if I was still that girl, if I had never made the mistakes that I did then, I wouldn’t be the girl that I am now. I wouldn’t have ever realized that sometimes, it isn’t as simple as good guys and bad guys—Sometimes there is no bad guy. Sometimes we’re all just trying to get by, and stumbling until we get it right. Sometimes black and white just doesn’t cut it. I may never have learned to have such a strong sense of empathy, to realize that everyone is hurting just like me, and sometimes more than me. I wouldn’t know not to judge before I had listened. If I hadn’t seen and found forgiveness in the most unlikely of places then, I wouldn’t have ever learned to let go of resentments now. I wouldn’t know not to take for granted the amazing man I’ve found in my husband. I wouldn’t know that true, real, unconditional love takes work, and tears, and time and sometimes, big mistakes. I wouldn’t understand that those mistakes don’t necessarily mean walking away, that sometimes it means working out the kinks and becoming even stronger. I wouldn’t have ever realized that the worst parts of life can lead to the best lessons, the most growth and the largest changes of heart. I wouldn’t be capable of giving the love that I am capable of giving today.

Four years ago, A wise lady acted as a mentor to me when really she had every right to throw me out of her door and tell me to never come back. She listened to me when I really didn’t have any other mentors to turn to at the time. Whenever we’d talk, she’d often sneak in an, “Everything happens for a reason.”  It was one of those phrases I heard without really hearing. Now, it haunts me. In a good way. I rarely go a few days without thinking of the phrase and realizing how true it’s come to be in my own world. It’s more or less the story of my life, or at least the story of my last six years. Leander,Texas happened to me. Whether it be 5 minutes or 5000 miles away from me, it’s the reason I am the me I am today. For the good and bad and for what it’s worth, I wouldn’t take that back for anything.

Doing it all=Hugging the world?

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The past few days have been a whirlwind of wonderful, inspiring, humbling, new, (etc) experiences. I’m proud to say my list of attempting to ‘do it all ‘ keeps growing, and I seem to always have a hell of a lot of fun while getting there. Here’s some of this week’s highlights:

  • Going to a retirement home with my Intro to Counseling class. I was a bit nervous walking in, but this feeling quickly faded. I left with smiles, laughs, heart-warming (and at times heartbreaking) stories and the reminder that sometimes to listen is much better than to talk.
  • My first 5k. (Stop Child Trafficking Now)  It was a pretty amazing experience. For me to say this about anything that gets me up at 6:30 in the morning, you must know that it’s true. Shannon and I met some awesome people, bonded and talked a bunch over 3.1 miles and 1.5 hours (it seriously seemed like 30 minutes), and even got our faces painted! I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt so at one with my community. When we all crossed the finish line, all sweaty and happy and high-fiving and hugging, I was beaming. Here we were, helping one cause and all together. It just made me all kinds of smiles and giggles and sentimental and proud to be alive with other alive people. Ya know?

  • Later that day, my best dude friend and I headed to Texas School of the Deaf to attend their homecoming football game.  This was partly for my sign language class, and partly because I was just super giddy to go and experience this new culture. I dragged Bryant along and made him drive, but I think he was excited just the same. He kept asking me what things meant in sign language, and helped me observe things to write for my paper. He’s always been a good besty to have around. We accidentally sat on the opposing side’s team, but I was still able to note some pretty neat things. I found myself in awe of the dynamics of this team and team spirit. There was very little rooting or hollering but you could sense the pride just the same. Coaches would give plays by standing in the middle of the huddle, arms high in the air, signing the next move. The silence seemed to make the team stronger. The quiet communication was powerful and inspirational. My experiences thus far this week seem to be teaching me that sometimes, there is beauty in not being a blabber-mouth. Hm.
  • Oh! Also? While asking the opposing team’s high-schoolers some questions, Bryant was called, “sir.” I laughed about this and made fun of him until about a minute later when I was called “ma’am.” What is this nonsense?! Weren’t he and I just graduating high-school together?! I don’t understand. Sigh. At least we’ll get old together. (Well, actually, he’s a month older. So he’ll go first. If we’re being completely accurate.)

  •  Saturday night, it was time for some much needed relaxing and drinking. Husband and I headed to Deesh and Bing’s place, and my best girl friend joined soon after. These boys+girl all have special places in my heart, and I’m super thankful for all four of them. Bing and Deesh are a lot like big brothers to me. Deesh is the nicer brother. Bing is the mean one. With a sweet heart. Deep down. Last night, I asked the small group to play my all time favorite game, Apples to Apples, with me. No one really likes that game except for me, but I still convinced everyone. Except Bing. I begged him some more but he stood firm and told me, “Nope. Someone has to say no to you.”  This is what I both hate and adore about Bing. He says no to me. It’s frustratingly endearing. As we were leaving and I was making my rounds to say goodbye, I left a special farewell for Bing. “Byyyyyee Bing! I love youuuu! Now you say it back, say you love me too.”  He responded with, “I love you too. And I don’t say that very often.” Awww. Also, he gave me Apples to Apples.

  • Today my Little (of Big Brothers Big Sisters) and I went to the park with her little brother. We ate fast food, swung and kind of sort of played volleyball. I can’t believe this girl is starting to drive. She told me today she’s getting her first car soon. Can I sprinkle magic powder on her and make it so she doesn’t grow up? No? She’s just turning into this amazing young woman and I’m so happy to be a part of her life.
  • I must mention the card my hubby just brought home. He knows I have a lot going on lately, and he never fails to do just the right thing at just the right time. The card reads, “They say that a job well-done is its own reward, but still, you shold know how much your hard work means to those around you.” Inside the card he wrote, “I’ll be able to retire soon. Keep Going. Love, Robby.”  He makes my heart melt on a regular basis. I wish I could buy him the Star Wars collection on BlueRay, a DeLorean just like the one on Back to the Future and a life-time supply of Bud Light. I’m hoping one day I can.
  • In my attempt to conquer the world and life, my heart and mind continues to fill. With every new person I meet, every new adventure I take on, every moment with both loved ones and strangers…..I’m gaining motivation, insight, inspiration and a deeper love for people and living. I’m realizing the more I do, the less I dislike. The more I explore, the more I also understand, accept, listen, and empathize. This is going to sound super cheesy, but I would just like to hug the world right now.

10 things that make even Monday a Happy day.

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10 things that make even Monday a Happy day:
  • 1. Awesome friends.
  • 2. Awesome shin-digs.
  • 3. Upcoming vacations.
  • 4. Purchasing my ticket to see Matt Nathanson perform in November. His lyrics make my heart melt and stuff. I swear, he sings the sweetest and sexiest things. You’ve probably heard ‘Come on Get Higher’ ? If not, let me introduce you to some lyrical orgasms:

“Come on get higher
Loosen my lips
Faith and desire
And the swing of your hips
Just pull me down hard, & drown me in love.”

Yummy.

  • 5.  Getting signed up for my first 5k. Yay!
  • 6.  Some of you may recall my complaints last year when my husband found a free hot-tub via craigslist and then had it delivered to our house? A free, broken hot tub. Hubby somehow fixed it and then continued to use it in our garage. He’s taken a “bath” in there a couple of times. You may remember me calling him a redneck? Well. We sold that thing for 400 dollars yesterday. Hubby got it for free and fixed it for about 100. I knew there was a reason I kept this boy around!
  • 7. Friday night, I went to a local bar with a close girl friend. She’s a regular and has acquired an entertaining/wonderful group of friends at Caddy Shack. I had a burger and one glass of wine when I closed my tab and was getting ready to leave. But then drinks kept getting put in front of me, and I had to be polite and drink them. Right?! Points of interest this night:  An older man telling me that he and another (much younger) dude had just played a game of thumb-war for my love; I found it amusing when older man admitted he won because he cheated. I always seem to run into the most comical fellows at local bars. Hot-tubbing. Whataburger. Sleeping on a fold out bed next to my lovely friend Kimber. Lucky for me, I have an awesome husband who trusts me to do my 22 year old thing and come back home safe and sound and faithful. Speaking of which….
  • 8. My hubby. I love him.
  • 9. My classes. Currently, I’m learning sign language and role-playing counseling sessions. Such a fun semester. 
  • 10. Amusing text conversations with a couple of my dude friends. See below: 


Ps: Patrick did indeed come to my house party. Ryan likes to call me Kastina as a nickname. Also, he bought a whole thing of Jack Daniel’s after my request. Good man, eh? If you’re wondering what is so creepy about my part of the conversation, it’s that I already have a sister. She’s two. Almost three. I will not actually let Ryan date her when he’s an old man. 

“Don’t face it on facebook!” And other weekend events.

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I woke up this morning feeling a bit hungover, and trudged my way over to the back door to let my dogs outside. Once I opened the door, a strange thing happened. I paused, confused. Where was the heat?! Still groggy, I lifted my hands up in the air and said, “What is this….What is this…..?” Hopefully no neighbors have good enough ears to hear my instantaneously honest reaction to our weather. Though I’m sure they’d understand. It was 75 degrees late this morning here in Austin, Texas. It’s usually in the 90′s by then, and that’s the high for today. No more 107 degree days. I just sat outside with my coffee for a moment, in complete and happy awe. (Now if only all of these horrible fires would go away……) 

This weather mixed with life lately has been like one giant burst of fresh air. Here’s some more happy things from this past week:

  • My Little (of Big Brothers Big Sisters) turned 16 on Saturday. Sixteen! We’ve also been matched a little over a year now. This makes me happy. She’s the best sixteen year old I know. And as a 22 year old female, I must say that I had a blast shopping for this girl’s birthday presents.
  • I picked up a second part-time babysitting job this week. I posted an ad on Sittercity and two days later I had a job. Cool,eh? I must add that this is partly due to Gwen, whom I nannied for this summer and used as a reference. She apparently talked me up for 20 minutes on the phone. I love her. And her girls. I watched them Saturday night, and I have to say this is more like a treat than working. Free pizza, an old school Powerangers movie and getting paid to see three of my favorite little ladies…..what more could I ask for? When I was putting Mary to bed, I took a picture of her with her bunny ears on. She proceeded to tell me who I couldn’t show the picture to and then said, “Don’t face it on facebook!”  So. I won’t face it on facebook. But she didn’t tell me I couldn’t blog it on my blog….
  • Husband and I plan on purchasing our tickets for vacation this weekend as long as everything goes as planned. Speaking of this dude. Sometimes I can’t help but be astonished by how good we’ve grown to be together. We rarely fight. We lead pretty separate, independent lives but both get giddy seeing each-other after a long day. We’re always laughing. We’ve learned to compromise. We’ve just gotten to this place where we’re totally comfortable and know the other so completely, but at the same time still get googly-eyed and have amazing sex. << Don’t worry,  I can say that ‘cuz I’m married. Hee.
  • It’s been a fun and long weekend with the friends. Thursday night I invited my blogging/now real life friend Jenny over to watch the podcast I do with a few dude friends. These boys have become a lot like big brothers to me and Jenny is awesome, so of course everyone got along splendidly. I love introducing cool people to other cool people. Friday was girl’s night at Tessa’s. This night involved a lot of hardcore giggling. Last night was a small shindig at my house.  I got to see my best dude friend, Mr.Phamvu (whom I haven’t seen in forever. ) AND three of my closest girlfriends. Score. Around two in the morning everyone started trickling out (or in Prsicilla’s case passing out on the couch), but Deesh and Katie and I were up until 4 in the morning talking about anything and everything. It was one of those conversations that lasted forever and left me feeling mentally replenished and a little bit wiser. Also, it was the first time I’ve ever seen Deesh tipsy. That was fun.  As far as the above pictured texting conversation goes, I’m afraid it wasn’t nearly as intelligent as our in-person one. But it does make me laugh a bunch.
  • Pictures:
  • See that spray in the above picture? It looks like Windex right? No! I bought the generic dollar version. It’s called “Window.” This tickles me.