Have you ever had one of those days where something was almost perfect...but not quite? It almost made sense...but not quite. You almost had a perfect day at work...but not quite. You almost paid all your bills on time...but not quite. You almost didn't get in an argument with anyone today...but not quite.
Or....maybe you're one of those where everything seems to go wrong. You have a perfect driving record but it's the guy behind you that rams you, pushing you into the car in front and beside you, then drives off. You had time to pick up Stabucks for you and your coworkers but because of the jerk behind you is now covered all over your new pants, in the floorboard of your newly washed car and of course you have a presentation that morning at work...but you left your cell phone at home. And all you can do is throw your hands up in the air and scream (maybe with a few expletives) "MAN...story of my life?!?!?!?!"
Anyone? Sorry if I have brought up any hidden memories...
Well...I do have days like both of these...sometimes months long...the other night was one such night...but it fell in the almost perfect night...
Last saturday the girls and I went out to celebrate Allyson's birthday in Dallas (Happy Brithday Joe!!!! - sorry that's my nickname for her, don't ask me why, just is). Ally likes to celebrate month long fiestas so we were kicking b-day weekend off right by doing some shopping at the lovely Northpark Mall and then grabbing dinner.
After a most enjoyable day at the mall and hitting one of my all time fav stores...MAC...(where you get to play in makeup for hours and of course play guess the sex of the makeup artist. Not gonna lie...always a blast. And after several years in the makeup industry I usually win...) we headed over to The Cheesecake Factory.
While waiting for a table we hung out in the bar area where you not only get to watch the baseball game but do some entertaining people-watching. We like to play 1st date or last date...anyone else enjoy that?! So much fun!!!!
Finally a table opens up and we make a run for it. We throw our purses down and start climbing in our chairs when the guy at the table next to ours leans over and says, "Ummm...you know this table is taken right?!" I'm like, "What?!?!" (not a patient person in general but lack of food makes it worse) He says back..."Just kidding!" and we all laughed. A few minutes later he leans over and asks for contact solution. Random...or pick up line??? Wait and see...
Throughout the entire night we totally hit it off with this table of guys. There were three of us and three of them...perfect right?! Wait and see...
They kept chatting with us all night...they drank their fruity froo-froo drinks dressed in all white (not even exaggerating) while we enjoyed our sweet tea and red velvet cheesecake lookin mighty hott in our cute dresses (again...not even exaggerating). We cheered for the Rangers while they took pictures of themselves and giggled...
They busted a move when Last Dance came on while we...who am I kidding...while we busted a move too!
Anyone seeing a pattern here????
Yep...all three played for the other team...and I don't mean the Boston Red Sox!!!! Apparently girls night out was a common theme that night...
I'm tellin ya...it was soooo close...would have been perfect...right?!?! But nope...story of our lives. However it didn't stop us from having a good time with them. We had an impromptu dance and picture party and somewhere floating around out there are pictures of us...altho we're pretty sure they took our picture only to pick our outfits a part when they got in the car. :)
Someday it won't be an almost...it just will be...
Friday, August 20, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
got milk?
Oh my goodness…where did summer go?!?! I feel horrible that the last time I actually blogged was almost 2 months ago. I don’t know about you, but July just about did me in. August hasn’t been so grand either, but I feel that my head is at least staying above water regularly. And I have officially decided that I am over 100 degree heat. I’m ready for fall. I thought I would at least like to be in a swimsuit this summer, but nope, no way. I’m ready for cooler weather (in Texas that means I’ll be quite happy to see 80), pumpkin spice lattes, running outside without feeling the need to pass out in my neighbor’s yard, seeing the leaves change colors for a day…green to brown—you know Texas Fall. :)
To give you a recap, back at the beginning of July, I did something some might say is a little out of character for me…when in all actuality, if you know me at all, it’s most definitely me. Let me go ahead and forewarn you the pictures below aren’t very pretty…but very much a “she’s a pretty girl” moment.
So back at the beginning of July, I went to my church’s Jr. High camp with my roomies. Britt, being in charge, was already down there, so my sis and I headed down Friday night after work. I guess I should say up since it’s Oklahoma—never do get that right! Unfortunately, on the ride up, I wasn’t feeling the best, so I was kind of on the blah side most of camp. By around Sunday night I started feeling back to myself, but was bummed because I hadn’t really had a chance to bond with the kids, or experience any of the game time with them. What to do…what to do…
Monday afternoon I’m sitting in the lodge with the other staff members enjoying some chips and salsa, when our Jr. High pastor and his intern start talking about the “Gallon Challenge.” For those that aren’t aware, this is where you chug a gallon of milk in an hour. It’s virtually impossible to do without it making a magical reappearance…if you know what I mean.
Anyways, Marshall (intern) has already nominated himself and they are trying to figure out who would do it against him. Keith (Jr. High pastor) nonchalantly asks me, “Hey Ash…wanna do it?” (insert laughter as a “yeah right” from all the other parties). As I’m stuffing my face, “Sure.” “WHAT?!?! Are you serious?!?!” “Why not?” “You do know you’ll throw up, right?” “Yep…kinda regretting the chips and salsa right now, but hey…why not…just let me change clothes.” After getting over his shock and verifying over and over again that I was serious, we move forward with the challenge.
My sister, who has learned not to be surprised over these kind of things says, “First of all, you have never been more like your father in this moment (my dad was a youth minister and has been known to do quite a few things for shock factor) and second of all, I have never been more proud of you in my life.” I told you my family was a bit sick and twisted.
After changing clothes, I go outside for the challenge, and there are like 10 kids. I tell Keith, “You had better get a bigger crowd than that because yes, I’ll do it, but there ain’t no way I’m doing it without a crowd…because throwing up for the sake of throwing up…nope…ain’t happenin’.”
They gather a crowd and on the count of three the challenge begins. I should probably tell you at this point, I’m lactose intolerant. Yep, not my smartest move…but there’s something in me that just can’t turn down a good challenge…especially against a boy. Underneath all this class and style is still the tomboy that played soccer with the boys, caught salamanders in the gutter, climbed trees and went fishing. At one point, when I was about 10, covered in mud with band aids all over my legs my dad just rolled his eyes and said in exasperation, “You’re never going to be able to wear a skirt again, your legs are going to be scarred for life!” Naw…I turned out quite fine, and can still rock a mini :)
Oh, and yes, I did beat the boy.
The responses I received after it was all said and done included:
• “OMG…that’s disgusting!”
• “I have never had more respect for you in my life!”
• “I am so proud of you!”
• “You do know people on Facebook will see this, right?”
• “And you’re single, why?”
• “I am so in love with you right now.”
• “I have never seen someone throw up with so much class.”
Why you ask would I do something like that? Well…shock factor mostly, nobody expects a classy, 30 year old, 5 foot 3, 100 and something pound woman to do something like that (little did they know I’ve won my fair share of burping contests). Second of all, makes a great experience for the kids…teaches them to not take life so seriously, to get out there and take risks…and more importantly…LAUGH AT YOURSELF!!! And wouldn’t we all like to go back and repeat Jr. High with this knowledge? Ok, maybe not. I just broke out in hives thinking about going back.
Go take some risks this week…and more importantly, when you trip and fall, dribble a little water down your chin, shoot coffee out your nose or enter yourself in a Gallon Challenge…be sure and laugh at yourself! : )
WARNING…pictures and video might cause nausea...
and so it begins...
not the prettiest...
comparing...
tuning out the sounds...
didn't work...
YES!!!
slightly proud of the conquest :)http://www.ampedjrhigh.com/run_blog
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
are ju married?
I don’t know if my single friends can relate to this, but in a week, how many times are you asked the question in some form or fashion, “Why aren’t you married yet?” I mean seriously, how are you supposed to really answer that?
Ash-a-ley, you look so jung! I harley recnize ju! I mean, so jung! Ju look, I don’t know…so jung! How old are ju?
(laughter) I’m 30
(gasp) Oh my guudness…ju don’t look 30…ju look so jung! Are ju married?
(laughter with cringing) Thank you, but no, I’m not married yet.
(bigger gasp) Ash-a-ley, ju hab to get married and hab chilren, NOW!
(hesitated laughter) I will, I will…
(puts arm around me) No, I’m serrus, ju hab to start habbing chilren…ju are on…well…men day can hab chilren till day are like 80…but ju…no…ju hab to soon. (now has gone off into fully speaking Spanish)
(not making eye contact, uncomfortable with long-lasting side hug) Yes, I know, I know…it will happen.
Ju cannot find a good man?
(now feeling the need to fully embrace her and wimper) No, no I can’t Maria…
It will happen…jes…dis I know…in my hart ub harts…jes…it will happen for ju.
(now fully embracing) Thank you Maria! Thank you! Yes, yes it will!!!!
Hang tight my friends…and I pray you find a Maria to encourage you today! Even if you’re married or single. We all need a little encouragement sometimes! : )
- “Ummm…not feelin’ it right now.”
- “Ask God, see what He says.”
- “Loser isn’t really my style.”
And to quote my cousin, which literally made me laugh out loud, and you may not understand, because our family is a little weird, some might even say sick and twisted:
- "I love that question (said with much sarcasm). As if you're supposed to have a reason. Ridiculous. Actually, you should come up with some entirely off the wall response like, 'Because I eat rocks.’ or ‘Because there hasn’t been a full moon on my birthday yet!’ If they ask for an explanation, just shake your head, sigh, and say, ‘You wouldn’t understand.’"
I mean, it’s not a, “I want your pity” thing, I’m quite fine where I’m at in life. But I think society thinks if you’re not married by a certain age there must be something wrong with you. Believe me, I’ve had my doubts about myself too…but at the end of the day…you have to believe God has a bigger plan in all this and there’s a reason. And thank God I didn’t get married when I thought I was ready and to who I wanted to marry…Geeze Louise…I’d be in the loony bin by now.
I know I’m not the only that must get annoyed, even MSN put out an article, 19 Things You Should Never Say To A Single Person. And if it’s on the internet, it’s legit! This list included several lovely one-liners that I know we all have heard over the years:
- “There are more fish out in the sea”—really, am I just frequenting the Dead Sea???
- “It happens when you’re not looking”—yeah, I call BS on that one…because I’ve met some real winners when I wasn’t looking. And by winners…I mean losers.
- “Have you tried online dating?”—oh yes, because online is where people are really honest about themselves.
- “But you’re so pretty, why don’t you have a boyfriend?”—is that code for, “it must be her personality.”
I mentioned in my previous post that I had a little chat with Maria at McAlister’s last week. She is seriously one of the sweetest people you will ever meet. Although I’m kicking myself for not taking Spanish in high school—I chose French. Really, Ashley?!? So I walked in on Friday, keep in mind I had just come in town from a business trip late Thursday night, so on Friday, I chose super casual day. We always have jeans-day on Friday, but this time around I went for the jeans and flip-flops route. I know…I know…don’t judge me too much. I walk in and she comes and gives me a big hug and seemed surprised to see me dressed liked that.
Ash-a-ley, you look so jung! I harley recnize ju! I mean, so jung! Ju look, I don’t know…so jung! How old are ju?
(laughter) I’m 30
(gasp) Oh my guudness…ju don’t look 30…ju look so jung! Are ju married?
(laughter with cringing) Thank you, but no, I’m not married yet.
(bigger gasp) Ash-a-ley, ju hab to get married and hab chilren, NOW!
(hesitated laughter) I will, I will…
(puts arm around me) No, I’m serrus, ju hab to start habbing chilren…ju are on…well…men day can hab chilren till day are like 80…but ju…no…ju hab to soon. (now has gone off into fully speaking Spanish)
(not making eye contact, uncomfortable with long-lasting side hug) Yes, I know, I know…it will happen.
Ju cannot find a good man?
(now feeling the need to fully embrace her and wimper) No, no I can’t Maria…
It will happen…jes…dis I know…in my hart ub harts…jes…it will happen for ju.
(now fully embracing) Thank you Maria! Thank you! Yes, yes it will!!!!
Hang tight my friends…and I pray you find a Maria to encourage you today! Even if you’re married or single. We all need a little encouragement sometimes! : )
Friday, June 25, 2010
dog-sitting and chick-fil-a
I’ve lost the funny…well…kinda. I don’t think you ever lose it…I just think it gets suppressed sometimes. Anybody feel me?!?!
Unfortunately, no “pretty girl” moments…however, my uncle did text me last week to inform me my previous post was made even funnier by a misspelled word. Instead of saying “spatially-challenged”, I said “specially-challenged” in the first paragraph. Wow...what the power of a couple of letters has to change a word…gotta love it! I didn’t change it…gives the story even more character…right?!?!
And I’ve also had some pretty insightful revelations these past two weeks. Between visits to Chick-fil-a (free Spicy Chicken Sandwich…holla!) and dog-sitting, I have however learned the hard way I am not ready for a family quite yet. Dog-sitting has revealed I don’t like checking in with someone and I don’t like sharing my bed with somebody larger than me…I’m on the right track…ehhh??? And Chick-fil-a…wow…I have anxiety just thinking about it right now. From the moment you walk in the door it’s a Germfest Convention for barefoot two year olds with sticky fingers in there…yikes!
Don’t get me wrong…I can’t wait to meet the man of my dreams, in fact, Britt (roomie) and I were talking about the new song, Airplanes (B.o.B and Paramour chick), that has a line in it that says: "Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars because I could really use a wish right now." So in that moment, we saw an airplane and she said, “What’s your wish?” Without even thinking about it, I popped off with, “I wish to be romantically swept off my feet.” She just sat there for a moment and said… “Wow, I really like how you worded that.” So you see, I want what every girl wants, but I know it all happens in the right timing…and well…with other factors…
Dealing with…well I don’t have a lady-like word right now and Mom will STILL wash my mouth out with soap...let’s just say dealing with less than gentle-manly men has made me even more firey and ferociously passionate about praying in godly men. Between run-ins with Gym Boy (BTW I deleted that post for reasons I may share at some point) and some very real and honest conversations with others has made me realize there are way too many godly girls out there…WAY TOO MANY…who are single and have their junk together but have yet to meet an equally-yoked match, and unfortunately, they are not here yet. I do not mean that as a slam to my guy friends, but it’s just strictly a numbers thing, the good girls out-number the good guys. So what that means is it’s my/our duty to pull out some James 5:16 and deal with the issue by praying the good ones in or the bad ones good...more on that at a later date...and no, I am not endorsing "missionary dating" so go ahead and put the tomahawk down. :)
Right now God has me in a completely different season, and as much as it cringes me to say, I’m sure somewhere down the road I will be a part of the Germfest Convention at Chick-fil-a. In the mean time…I shall enjoy the drive-thru and preparing myself for that day…it’s gonna take a lot of prayer, mental preparation and anti-bacterial for this OCD girl…
PS: Post coming soon from my run-in with Maria at McAlisters’s (yes, I know them by name just as much as they know me by name): “Ash-a-ley…why aren’t jew married?!?! Jew hab to hurry and hab chillren…are jew taking jour bitamins?!?!”
Unfortunately, no “pretty girl” moments…however, my uncle did text me last week to inform me my previous post was made even funnier by a misspelled word. Instead of saying “spatially-challenged”, I said “specially-challenged” in the first paragraph. Wow...what the power of a couple of letters has to change a word…gotta love it! I didn’t change it…gives the story even more character…right?!?!
And I’ve also had some pretty insightful revelations these past two weeks. Between visits to Chick-fil-a (free Spicy Chicken Sandwich…holla!) and dog-sitting, I have however learned the hard way I am not ready for a family quite yet. Dog-sitting has revealed I don’t like checking in with someone and I don’t like sharing my bed with somebody larger than me…I’m on the right track…ehhh??? And Chick-fil-a…wow…I have anxiety just thinking about it right now. From the moment you walk in the door it’s a Germfest Convention for barefoot two year olds with sticky fingers in there…yikes!
Don’t get me wrong…I can’t wait to meet the man of my dreams, in fact, Britt (roomie) and I were talking about the new song, Airplanes (B.o.B and Paramour chick), that has a line in it that says: "Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars because I could really use a wish right now." So in that moment, we saw an airplane and she said, “What’s your wish?” Without even thinking about it, I popped off with, “I wish to be romantically swept off my feet.” She just sat there for a moment and said… “Wow, I really like how you worded that.” So you see, I want what every girl wants, but I know it all happens in the right timing…and well…with other factors…
Dealing with…well I don’t have a lady-like word right now and Mom will STILL wash my mouth out with soap...let’s just say dealing with less than gentle-manly men has made me even more firey and ferociously passionate about praying in godly men. Between run-ins with Gym Boy (BTW I deleted that post for reasons I may share at some point) and some very real and honest conversations with others has made me realize there are way too many godly girls out there…WAY TOO MANY…who are single and have their junk together but have yet to meet an equally-yoked match, and unfortunately, they are not here yet. I do not mean that as a slam to my guy friends, but it’s just strictly a numbers thing, the good girls out-number the good guys. So what that means is it’s my/our duty to pull out some James 5:16 and deal with the issue by praying the good ones in or the bad ones good...more on that at a later date...and no, I am not endorsing "missionary dating" so go ahead and put the tomahawk down. :)
Right now God has me in a completely different season, and as much as it cringes me to say, I’m sure somewhere down the road I will be a part of the Germfest Convention at Chick-fil-a. In the mean time…I shall enjoy the drive-thru and preparing myself for that day…it’s gonna take a lot of prayer, mental preparation and anti-bacterial for this OCD girl…
PS: Post coming soon from my run-in with Maria at McAlisters’s (yes, I know them by name just as much as they know me by name): “Ash-a-ley…why aren’t jew married?!?! Jew hab to hurry and hab chillren…are jew taking jour bitamins?!?!”
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
spatially-challenged
I don’t think I’ve mentioned I’m specially-challenged. That’s a nice way of saying I’m not very good at parking.
I drive great…well…maybe a little too fast as stated before…but the only problem I seem to have…and this has been a problem since day one of driving, is parking. I don’t know what it is…but I get panicky if the other person is over the line, touching the line or even an inch too close to the line. I have gotten myself “stuck” a time or two. Now one might ask, “How in the world do you get yourself stuck?” I’m not really sure I can answer that. All I know, my sister has been called a time or two to come get me out of the pickle I’ve gotten myself in to. I’ll play it out for you, so you can experience the emotions…
This particular instance happened in the Target parking lot. PS by the way, women there have been known to steal parking spots…gotta watch your back…just sayin. So one Sunday afternoon I decided to pop by Target and pick up a few things. I pull in the parking lot…and there is a prime spot right by the door. This said spot has a curb on one side and only one car on the other. That means I only have one car to worry about. The person is angled and a little too close to the line…but I attempt anyway. I start pulling in and then begin to panic I’ve cut it too short. So I start to back out and start over, but the way I’ve angled myself in there, it looks like I’m about to side swipe the car next to mine, hop the curb and possibly hit the car behind me. How you ask, I’m not really sure. Right about this time is when the heart rate increases, blood pressure rises, palms start sweating and I panic. It’s really quite silly. I call my sister, who has just lain down for a nap, and after begging and bribery, make her come help me. In the mean time, I am half way in/half way out of this parking place and people are staring. Some think I’m backing out, so they wait for me to get the spot, I have to wave them on. Others are waiting to walk behind, again I have to wave them on. Then others are just staring and pointing. Lovely. This is when I pretend I’m on a very important phone call…don’t judge…you know you’ve done it too, especially when you see someone in public you don’t want to talk to.
Finally Allyson comes, directs me and I get in the spot. She didn’t even say two words. It was all hand motion and of course eye-rolling. I get in the spot, she gets back in her car and I enjoy the rest of my afternoon in Target.
“she’s a pretty girl”
I drive great…well…maybe a little too fast as stated before…but the only problem I seem to have…and this has been a problem since day one of driving, is parking. I don’t know what it is…but I get panicky if the other person is over the line, touching the line or even an inch too close to the line. I have gotten myself “stuck” a time or two. Now one might ask, “How in the world do you get yourself stuck?” I’m not really sure I can answer that. All I know, my sister has been called a time or two to come get me out of the pickle I’ve gotten myself in to. I’ll play it out for you, so you can experience the emotions…
This particular instance happened in the Target parking lot. PS by the way, women there have been known to steal parking spots…gotta watch your back…just sayin. So one Sunday afternoon I decided to pop by Target and pick up a few things. I pull in the parking lot…and there is a prime spot right by the door. This said spot has a curb on one side and only one car on the other. That means I only have one car to worry about. The person is angled and a little too close to the line…but I attempt anyway. I start pulling in and then begin to panic I’ve cut it too short. So I start to back out and start over, but the way I’ve angled myself in there, it looks like I’m about to side swipe the car next to mine, hop the curb and possibly hit the car behind me. How you ask, I’m not really sure. Right about this time is when the heart rate increases, blood pressure rises, palms start sweating and I panic. It’s really quite silly. I call my sister, who has just lain down for a nap, and after begging and bribery, make her come help me. In the mean time, I am half way in/half way out of this parking place and people are staring. Some think I’m backing out, so they wait for me to get the spot, I have to wave them on. Others are waiting to walk behind, again I have to wave them on. Then others are just staring and pointing. Lovely. This is when I pretend I’m on a very important phone call…don’t judge…you know you’ve done it too, especially when you see someone in public you don’t want to talk to.
Finally Allyson comes, directs me and I get in the spot. She didn’t even say two words. It was all hand motion and of course eye-rolling. I get in the spot, she gets back in her car and I enjoy the rest of my afternoon in Target.
“she’s a pretty girl”
Thursday, May 27, 2010
i love speed
No…not the drug…but I bet it got your attention. However, I do love to drive fast. Always have, and probably always will. Quite frankly, I blame my parents, cuz it’s easier that way, but unfortunately they don’t pay for the tickets. The only way they could get me to sleep as a baby was driving me around in a car…and every family vacation has consisted of road trips, and getting there quickly. Beating our time was very important. So much so, my sister and I had cups thrown at us in the backseat to take care of business…thankfully my mom had mercy on us and Dad was forced to stop. However, I’ve had my fair share of shady truck stops. Because of this “need to speed” and to beat time, I now do my best to make as few stops as possible any time I go on a road trip.
I like to categorize myself as a good bad driver. Yeah, think about that for a minute. Wait for it…wait for it…got it? This basically means I drive somewhat over the speed limit, I have been known to tail a few people in my time and I most definitely like to weave in and out of lanes getting ahead. But, I’m good at it, so I’m not reckless to those around me—although that’s a personal opinion. My friends have learned to trust me—they don’t usually say anything—they know I can handle an SUV like a race car. But when I start weaving a little too much, and they start to go stiff and grab the handle above the door, that’s when I know I’m pushing it a little too much. I think I might have been a good race car driver. Makes sense, it runs in my genes—my mom used to drag race. If you know my mom at all, and didn’t know that little unknown fact, that would come as quite a shocker. She’s a cute little petite classy woman—but man…put her in a stick shift…Danika ain’t got nothin’ on her!
This past weekend the roomies and I headed to Beaumont for a wedding…so it was road trip time. I for one was VERY impressed with not only our mad navigating skillz but the time we made. I kept saying all weekend, “I am SO proud of us.” I don’t think Ally and Britt were as enthused, they were just grateful we reached land.
At one point, because of the crazy construction taking place around 45S/75S and the curvy roads, I took quite a sharp turn on an exit for Farm Road 150S. At this point, Britt grabbed the handle up above her, and just started praying out loud. I’m immune to how quickly I go, but when she goes stiff and starts grabbing things around her to remain upright, that’s when I know I should slow it down. She blamed me for her abs being sore from trying to stay upright for 5.5 hours there and back (actually, 5 hours, because I beat my time. I digress). So at this particular time, Britt says, “Thank you Jesus for your safety on the road, and I pray that you would continue to watch over us and keep us safe,” and right at that point, I took this curve and this HUGE, ginormous statue of Jesus was right in front of us. We all gasped, and I screamed out loud, “HE HEARD YOU!” We just died laughing and almost had to make an unplanned pit stop. Down below is “Jesus.” We snapped the pic on the way back, so it loses some of the bampow in the dark. Enjoy…and if you ever take 150S…know Jesus will be there. Happy Trails!
“she’s a pretty girl” on the road
I like to categorize myself as a good bad driver. Yeah, think about that for a minute. Wait for it…wait for it…got it? This basically means I drive somewhat over the speed limit, I have been known to tail a few people in my time and I most definitely like to weave in and out of lanes getting ahead. But, I’m good at it, so I’m not reckless to those around me—although that’s a personal opinion. My friends have learned to trust me—they don’t usually say anything—they know I can handle an SUV like a race car. But when I start weaving a little too much, and they start to go stiff and grab the handle above the door, that’s when I know I’m pushing it a little too much. I think I might have been a good race car driver. Makes sense, it runs in my genes—my mom used to drag race. If you know my mom at all, and didn’t know that little unknown fact, that would come as quite a shocker. She’s a cute little petite classy woman—but man…put her in a stick shift…Danika ain’t got nothin’ on her!
This past weekend the roomies and I headed to Beaumont for a wedding…so it was road trip time. I for one was VERY impressed with not only our mad navigating skillz but the time we made. I kept saying all weekend, “I am SO proud of us.” I don’t think Ally and Britt were as enthused, they were just grateful we reached land.
At one point, because of the crazy construction taking place around 45S/75S and the curvy roads, I took quite a sharp turn on an exit for Farm Road 150S. At this point, Britt grabbed the handle up above her, and just started praying out loud. I’m immune to how quickly I go, but when she goes stiff and starts grabbing things around her to remain upright, that’s when I know I should slow it down. She blamed me for her abs being sore from trying to stay upright for 5.5 hours there and back (actually, 5 hours, because I beat my time. I digress). So at this particular time, Britt says, “Thank you Jesus for your safety on the road, and I pray that you would continue to watch over us and keep us safe,” and right at that point, I took this curve and this HUGE, ginormous statue of Jesus was right in front of us. We all gasped, and I screamed out loud, “HE HEARD YOU!” We just died laughing and almost had to make an unplanned pit stop. Down below is “Jesus.” We snapped the pic on the way back, so it loses some of the bampow in the dark. Enjoy…and if you ever take 150S…know Jesus will be there. Happy Trails!
“she’s a pretty girl” on the road
Friday, May 21, 2010
i'm from texas
Last weekend I went to Durant, Oklahoma for my cousin’s graduation (proud of you Pookie!!!)...home of the Choctaw Casino (ahhhh yeah Baby!). That thing is quite mammoth…not that I would personally know.
After arriving in Durant Friday night and grabbing a quick dinner with the fam, we decide to drive into Sherman, TX to see Robin Hood…another great movie by the way! Sherman is the closest and nicest theater to Durant…about 30 minutes away. I've been told the one in Durant has been there since 1865, well probably not that long, but smells like it.
Now, let me forewarn and say I was completely exhausted…not that I think that will help my cause much, but maybe. We get to Sherman and the 9:15pm showing is sold out, and the next available one isn’t until 10:50pm. After talking my aunt into caffeining her up and making the 10:50pm, we head over to Books-A-Million where they have a little coffee shop inside. Every coffee shop has its own version and knock-off of the exact same thing as Starbucks, it’s just deciphering what it is on the menu. After staring at the menu for about 5 minutes, I decide on their version of a Carmel Macchiatto.
The sweet little girl behind the counter starts to ring me up and asks me in her best country twang if I have a Books-A-Million discount card. I kindly reply back with, “Oh no, I’m from out of town, sorry.” “Oh really, where ya from?” I immediately respond, “Texas.” This little girl just gives me the blankest stare…and the next thing I know, my aunt, sister and cousin are hysterically laughing from behind me…can’t even make full sentences they are laughing so hard—and start walking away out of embarrassment. I finally realize what I’ve done—we were IN Texas…even though 30 minutes PRIOR I had just been in Oklahoma. Didn’t count. I think that poor girl was just as confused as me…she had this look on her face that said, “I AM in Texas, right?!?”
Ahhh…yes…exhaustion and traveling back and forth between two states in less than 30 minutes…not good companions.
“she’s a pretty girl”
After arriving in Durant Friday night and grabbing a quick dinner with the fam, we decide to drive into Sherman, TX to see Robin Hood…another great movie by the way! Sherman is the closest and nicest theater to Durant…about 30 minutes away. I've been told the one in Durant has been there since 1865, well probably not that long, but smells like it.
Now, let me forewarn and say I was completely exhausted…not that I think that will help my cause much, but maybe. We get to Sherman and the 9:15pm showing is sold out, and the next available one isn’t until 10:50pm. After talking my aunt into caffeining her up and making the 10:50pm, we head over to Books-A-Million where they have a little coffee shop inside. Every coffee shop has its own version and knock-off of the exact same thing as Starbucks, it’s just deciphering what it is on the menu. After staring at the menu for about 5 minutes, I decide on their version of a Carmel Macchiatto.
The sweet little girl behind the counter starts to ring me up and asks me in her best country twang if I have a Books-A-Million discount card. I kindly reply back with, “Oh no, I’m from out of town, sorry.” “Oh really, where ya from?” I immediately respond, “Texas.” This little girl just gives me the blankest stare…and the next thing I know, my aunt, sister and cousin are hysterically laughing from behind me…can’t even make full sentences they are laughing so hard—and start walking away out of embarrassment. I finally realize what I’ve done—we were IN Texas…even though 30 minutes PRIOR I had just been in Oklahoma. Didn’t count. I think that poor girl was just as confused as me…she had this look on her face that said, “I AM in Texas, right?!?”
Ahhh…yes…exhaustion and traveling back and forth between two states in less than 30 minutes…not good companions.
“she’s a pretty girl”
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