I had the best.time.ever. last night.

We went over to Ross and Rachel’s to watch the NFL Draft (fun, fun… NOT!) and afterwards Rachel and I played on her old Super Nintendo!

I know- we’re major losers. I don’t care. We had the best time- and now the poor boys are going to have to watch us on our mission to defeat Bowser.

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Do you guys even remember Bowser?

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Anyway- it was so much fun and brought back a ton of memories. Mario was pretty much the only game I could play- and I was totally awesome at it. I used to manipulate P into “playing with me.” I would put it on 2 player but only plug one controller in. She thought she was playing one of them, but I was playing both.

I loved being an older sister sometines.

Anyway, it was a ton of fun- but mostly made me remember of my sedentary awkward chubby elementary school days, and afterward I felt like I needed to run a couple miles so as to avoid any possibility of her returning again. Fun times.

I have to say-playing at 26 might have been even a little better than playing at 10 or 11. I mean- for one thing I had the freedom to throw down the “d word” instead of the usual, darn, crap, and dang it back then. I’ve also never played after a glass of wine- not that it impaired me at all, but still- defintiely something new. Also- I most definitely didn’t have a boy in the room when I played back then (ha ha).

I look forward to playing again, and I must say- PS3 has nothing on Super Nintendo.

I realize you don’t care what I had for lunch today or how nice people were to me yesterday but the truth is- I really feel like I need to post about the last few days in my life because I really want to remember them- and when you have a bad memory like me, it’s important you write everything down!

So Sunday was nice. Will’s parents showed up with a dozen roses for me, a homemade strawberry cake (with real crushed strawberries in it!), and my gift. It was so sweet. We also went out to Olive Garden for lunch. It was a nice Sunday.

From there the week continued to get better (okay- I realize we’re only mid-week...)

I’m not sure how long you’ve been reading, but if you’ve read since the Kuwait Days you know that most of the time I really, really hated my job (I’ve linked you to my “This Isn’t CTU” posts so you can take a walk down memory lane). Things were done so backwards. People were total unprofessional morons… it was tough. Moving back to America and working where I do now was such a giant shock. Like a tall glass of ice water with a squeeze of lime. Even after being here for almost a year I still have to pinch myself- and I always say, “Wow! It’s so weird working for a “real” company!”

It’s just so different.

So Monday I got to work and one of the ladies I work with on a regular basis (and was also the girl who was my secret pal) got me a Vanilla Frappuccino and a box of Crystal Light On the Go and wished me a “happy birthday week!” I thought that was so sweet.

Yesterday was so nice. Will surprised me with the I Love Lucy boxset (she’s so great) and Dunkin Donuts for breakfast.

I got to work and had this super duper cute bright pink box in my chair. I opened it up and there was the cutest Halmark Hoops and YoYo card. I’ve linked it here. You so have to check it out because it makes me laugh. What’s even funnier about it is that the guy that got it for me is gay. There was also the cutest Hoops and YoYo stuffed animal that talks and these really cute Hoops and YoYo sticky notes with funny sayings on it. It was the sweetest surprise.

Another coworker brought me a hilarious homemade card and breakfast for everyone (two pastries for me- on top of my donuts… wow… what a way to start off 26)

It was so thoughtful.

Then my “secret pal” coworker and boss surprised me with this giant coffee mug planter filled with gorgeous tulips! It was so sweet.

We went out to lunch and I ate more. Ugh. Fat.

I got back from lunch and there were more flowers on my desk! My parents and sister sent me the most beautiful bouquet. They’re so gorgeous and pink and happy and vibrant. It was the sweetest surprise.

After lunch there was more eating.

The Cheesecake Factory’s 30th Anniversary Cake.

Delish.

Seriously amazing…

You have no idea.

It was wonderful.

The only damper was that I had a dentist appointment yesterday- no cavities so I guess that’s a plus!

It was just a really nice series of days full of really thoughtful people and surprises.

Like I said- I’ve never had a good working environment before. It’s been such a blessing to be where I am.

Today the hits kept coming. My boss and coworker wished me a Happy Birthday Week again today. I told them to stop being so nice to me and they laughed and said- “No-you’re nice!” I opened the card they got me and it made me laugh. Check it out.

HA HA

So you’ll never guess what I got today.

Remember my purse post? I mentioned the fact that I’ve had my current purse for three years- and they did something about it. Today I got the most awesome pink purse! It was the sweetest thing ever. I felt so loved!

There are a lot of times in which I miss Kuwait. We came home at the worst.time.ever. Could the economy be any worse ( ha ha- say that like Chandler Bing when you read that)? However, it’s days like this week in which I remember that my working environment is a lot better than it was before and I’m really blessed.

So- my birthday week has been great.

So I know this post was a sucky read, but I needed to post it just for memory’s sake.

More to come- and less annoying happy personal life update crap.

It’s that time again, my loves-

March Madness.

I’m sure at some point during the life of this blog I’ve mentioned that Will and I fill out brackets each year and compete against each other.

Ha- although, I doubt I elaborate much, seeing as how he’s beat me 4 of the last 5 years!

Anyway, it sort of becomes a big deal in our house- mainly because Will always wins and makes it a big deal.

I’m a very humble winner.

Although- it’s been a very long time since I’ve experienced the rush of victory so if I ever won I may not be all that humble.

But that’s neither here nor there!

Anyway- so yesterday was “Fill out your bracket day.”

Only- something was different.

Will had 2 brackets.

2 brackets!?

“Why would Will have 2 brackets?” I asked myself.

Becase he’s bracket cheating on me!

I know- I was shocked too.

I mean, you don’t just share your bracket with anyone! Geez- there’s no boundaries these days. You know a person for a few days and decide to take the plunge of sharing a bracket…

I don’t get it.

Okay- so I guess I’m being a little sensitive.

I mean, after all, I shouldn’t be surprised he had to go elsewhere for bracket satisfaction, right? Let’s face it- I’m a bracket loser.

Sigh…

So Will decided to have the obligatory married bracket with me and his “real” bracket with Ross.

You know- because apparently I’ve been faking the whole time.

I’ll have you know ESPN helped me tremendously and I’m feeling rather confident this year! Not only that but Ross also summoned the assistance of ESPN- so really, it’s like we’re competing against Will as one entity!

However, yet again Will has to one up me. Apparently he found some site that runs all the possibilities in a computer like 10,000 times or something ridiculous like that.

So once again I’m left feeling a bit like I lost before I even started- you know- it could be because of the bracket cheating or the super awesome amazing website Will found-

but to those things I simply say-

they call it March Madness for a reason.

If everything was predictable they probably would have named it “March Everyone Ranked Higher Wins”

um- or something clever like that.

So, we shall see. Let’s hope I give Will a run for his money this year.

Let the madness begin! 

The following is an “everyday,” typical email exchange with my sister. My emails are in bold, hers are regular.I realize the fat talk gets old after a while, but I promise we switch topics from Panamanian prisons, to calculating tips, to even our own reality show during this conversation- so hang with me.These took place on two different days, but they flowed so well I lumped them together. Let the madness begin...

I just ate a whole pint of chocolate ice cream.

And it wasn’t even GOOD ice cream.

I think that that calls for me to use the elliptical tomorrow for the first time since last summer. I feel like I should celebrate this red-faced, sweaty momentous occasion with a donut or something.

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Ha ha. I just had a large Java Chiller from Sonic- which is basically a whole pint of chocolate ice cream with a hint of coffee. I didn’t go to the gym at all this weekend and I had olive garden WITH dessert yesterday.

Fat.

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Ughhh I KNOW. And- ugh i just don’t want to go back to school. I say we quit talking crap and book the tickets.

PS- I hope your Olive Garden dessert was good.

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It was. Black tie. Yum. Plus I had fettuccine (um how in the world do people expect you to know how to spell that!?) which- well- you know how amazing that is.

I’m so all about booking tickets and starting some adventurous life. We could open up a flower store...wait- I suck at keeping things alive. It’s a miracle that Boz and Lucy are still here.

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We’ll sort all the logistics out when we get there. Although “fat,” I’m sure some Panamanian would love to give us a job at Panama Jacks waitressing. The only trouble is that I would suck at getting proper change and would most likely get us fired in a hurry.

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Ha, that’s SO TRUE. Somehow the tip would be like “10% of 100” or something. Then we would get charged with embezzlement for taking an extra 80 dollars. Then wind up in Panamanian prison. Which wouldn’t be all bad, considering we could be the Scolfield’s. I definitely get Lincoln.

I’m sorry I can’t type properly, my fingers are so huge, swollen, and fat from the dairy I just consumed.

A flower shop would be nice! We could go the simple route an own a cafe, and employ Panamaniann business students (who know how to calculate tips so we wouldn’t be
getting screwed).

Are you at work?

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We are so resourceful- your plan is brilliant! Actually- I used to think we sucked at being resourceful but then we went on the cruise and functioned totally fine in like 19 cities. I know for sure we’ll kick butt on amazing race one day.

I’m sort of at work. It’s been a really annoying weekend. Long story. I’m actually at home. I’m going to clean the bathroom. I could call you and put you onspeaker while we devised our master plan- and cleaned my bathrooms. What do you think? Actually, I’ll delay the bathroom cleaning and talk to you a little longer.

I’m having 2 PB sandwiches for lunch. Why do I feel nostalgic all of a sudden? Like I need a blue mat to nap on and a carton of milk??

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My favorite food ever. I decided a while back that if I was living on a deserted island alone for the rest of my life, peanut butter and/or reeses would DEFINITELY be my food of choice. Seeing as I wouldn’t have to worry about all the saturated fat I was consuming since I would never see anyone ever again, it works. What about you?

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That is hilarious- and a very valid point. I think I would go with that too, or perhaps pasta. I could eat loads and loads and if I was able to take different sauces too (which is something I assume you have to negotiate in when preparing to go to a deserted island forever...) I’d be set for life.

And saucy.

And happy.

When do you leave for Kuwait?

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I leave on your anniversary. Thank the Lord. Its been 3 weeks since I was there last and I feel like it’s been too long. How could anyone possibly think I like it here? AHHHH I need to start this Panamanian flower shop business ASAP.

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We ought to make a countdown to the semester’s end and you move back. Seriously. What’s you’re last day of school? How fun would that be!? I could make the first half and you could make the 2nd half. We wouldn’t have to make it a chain or anything, but just something you could pull off and throw away.

Wow- what a tacky Martha Stewart thing. Plus I doubt either of us are that motivated (but we should be! We should make it and love it!).

I have absolutely nothing to count down to. Wow- how depressing, right? Maybe my next 3 day weekend? I guess I could do that one…

The chain reminds me of the one in Mareena Towers. As crazy as it sounds, when I look back that summer was pretty fun

(Just FYI- if you’re curious you can read about this time during the summer of 2005 archives)

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Oh my gosh me too. It was the weirdest time of my life, such a crazy transition period. I have a playlist for that summer titled “MIA” for 2 reasons: 1) we never left that apartment 2) M.I.A’s “bucky done gun” was a very integral part of that summer hahaha. But yeah, it’s so so bittersweet to think about that. It’s the last time we’ll have ever lived together under one roof.

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I think we should SERIOUSLY send these back and forth emails to someone, plus our goofy videos and make them make us famous. We should have a reality show about creating our Panamanian flower shop. ha ha. How great would that be? Plus highly entertaining. Seriously- I’m in need of that. People are so fickle. Family is forever..

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OMG YES, a reality show about the making of our new life. Do you know how well that would work? We could start this season while we’re still apart, so it would mainly focus on the emails. And then we could start season 2 when we’re in the same country and ahhhhhhh tiny orgasm, I think viewers would LOVE US. You live in America, the land of endless possibilities- make it happen!

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sidenote- her email above makes me laugh every singly time. Tiny orgasm HAHAHAHA...

Seriously- I’m literally laughing out loud right now. It’s a little embarrassing and I’m glad everyone is gone to lunch.

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Sorry to disregard your last email, but I blame you for the fact that I just consumed 7 servings of peanut butter with honey since you reminded me of peanut butter, which then reminded me that I still had some in my cupboard, and BOOO, NO ALLI.

Haha anyways, seriously? Will you PLEASE look into a director? Because even if we get one season and they hate us, we’ll still get a book deal (uh, you can write it) and then a few endorsements. OH! MAYBE WE CAN BE THE NEW FACE OF ALLI. I love it.

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Very good and valid points. Okay so I assume you’re about to go to bed. Oh- and want to know something funny? I had no idea that we sprang (sprung HAHA springed? I have no idea...) forward this weekend. dad had to tell me. Too funny. Anyway- that means we’ll be an hour closer now so that’s really great!

Alright, I’m off to file some stuff. I’ll be in constant contact with you tomorrow. Have a good night and talk to you tomorrow!

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Wait, ugh, I have no idea how many hours apart we’ve been this whole time. I usually just say 8, wherever I am in the world. “Oh you’re in Kenya, great, only 8 hours away!” “You’re in St.Petersburg, brilliant,. 12 your time, 8 my time” ……I never usually think there’s any other time in between. Please tell me we’ve always been 8 hours apart since I moved.

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Just so you know- I’m lying when I tell you this- yes, we are 8 hours apart. I’m such a good sister, right?

<3

That’s right, my friends. Today I’ll be crossing the Red River into Longhorn country.

It’s time for the (not so annual) annual BTS weekend!

I met Sarah while vacationing back home in 2006 and we had a really fun day full of lunch and facials!

Last year Sarah, Theresa, and I were united in Texas for a weekend of fun which included a Rodeo, shopping, and relaxing (and it was a that point I was certain I wasn’t chatting online with hairy sweaty fossils with Dorito crumbs stuck in between their neck fat).

This year is gearing up to be lots of the same- fun friends, fun memories, and fun plans.

To think we all met on the nest is always so crazy to me.

Here’s to another weekend of fun.

More to come.

<3

Today is our secret pal reveal day at work! I’m very excited to see who had me!

I think I might be a little bummed now that it’s over, I’ve gotten the best stuff!

Can we be not-so-secret secret pals??

Will and Ross are officially the new “it” couple.

Sure they share their love of food- eating exorbitant amounts of pizza and Ted’s Mexican.

They share their love of football cards.

Oh- and let’s not forget they share their intense love for the OU Sooners

It’s almost as though they truly are MFEO.

(um- Made For Each Other)

Just when I thought Will couldn’t love Ross any more than he already does-

Will and Ross have engaged in the biggest relationship commitment:

house hunting.

That’s right- Will and Ross spent all Friday going to Open Houses together, trying to find the “perfect place.”

How sweet, right?

Clad in their matching OU hats and similar wedding rings, everyone probably assumed that these house hunters were deeply in love as they went room to room saying things like,

“Do you think the dog will have enough space?”

“I’m not sure I like the master bedroom. The bed may look funny on that wall.”

I don’t even want to take a gander at the remainder of the house hunting conversation.

I also don’t want to take a gander at what the ultra Conservative Oklahoma Realtor thought when they saw Will and Ross coming.

Okay- so Will and Ross aren’t house hunting for their house (although I’m pretty sure Will would love to have a man house). They’re hunting for Ross and Rachel’s house!

I think it’s super cute that they went house hunting together though. The thought of these two manly men gawking over houses and talking about flooring and furniture and decor makes me laugh.

Will is really getting into this hunt too- which is really cute. He’s all excited and even went throughout our neighborhood today getting flyers for ones being sold.

Ha- I guess he figures if he can’t live with his BFF in the perfect Man House they might as well be neighbors.

The good news is that whenever I feel the need to get things done around here I can just send him up the street.

I know Will thinks he’s the luckiest guy ever- but the truth is that I will be the lucky one. 

So the last two days have been entertaining blasts from the past. Today we’re going to tone it down a bit.

I know- I’m disappointed too (not).

Among other things (ie: spilling the baby plans ) Jessica suggested I write about how P is doing in school-

and I thought that was quite possibly the best.idea.ever!

P decided to pursue a degree in hotel management. Her experiences abroad have given her the desire to travel for the rest of her life and work in a growing industry that gives her the opportunity ahd flexibility to go wherever she wants! I think it’s awesome.

Why didn’t I think of that 8 years ago when I was entering college!?!

Anyway, it appears as though her current plan has changed and she will stay at her current university for a couple years, and then she will finish her degree elsewhere.

I keep trying to get her to come to Oklahoma. OSU just started a program for hotel management.

She’s not biting.

I don’t understand why…

Anyway, her school is so so so awesome! P- you really must guest post while you’re back in Kuwait next month! The people need to know the truth! ha ha

She is getting a BS, and along with the normal boring “basic” classes she has fun classes like kitchen!

Although- I’m pretty sure she doesn’t think of Kitchen Class as “fun.”

Their final exam is like a bad episode of Hell’s Kitchen. She had to cook a three course meal in like 12 minutes and serve it all fancy.

Okay- so I’m exagerrating about the time, but it was pretty astonishing when she told me about it.

She also gets to learn about wine and fine dining and she has to be able to speak another language fluently before graduating.

She speaks French.

And I love her for it.

Guys- when did my kid sister get so totally way cooler than me!?

Sigh…

Anyway, her school is freaking awesome and it makes me want to Freaky Friday our lives for a week.

I’m joking.

Actually, really- I’m not.

I saved the best part for last!

I got a random phone call from P a week ago at like 5:55 to tell me she had received the hotel she was assigned to work in for 2 weeks during this one special part of their class.

Ha ha- like how technical I am?

I’m sure P can clear things up for us and make me sound more coherent.

Anyway- you’ll never guess where she is going to be working!

Guess!

Hint- we stayed there in the Spring of 2006.

We took goofy pictures like this

this

and this

have you guessed yet?

Actually- aside from like three of you, has anyone even been reading my blog since 2006?

I’m thinking no.

So I better just tell you!

She’ll be working at the Burj Al Arab!

One of the nicest hotels in the world.

I’m pretty sure after adding that to her resume, it will be like a blank check and she’ll be able to intern wherever the crap she wants.

It’s sort of funny- back in 2006 while we were there we were served this:

and now it will be served by this:

Knife included, of course.

We had beautiful flowers in our room like this:

and now they’ll be arranged by this:

Okay, so I won’t be participating in the flower fun- just P.

I simply wanted to be in the picture because I want to pretend that I am.

(um- remember the living vicariously through my sister thing?)

And wow- my hair was really blonde.

And wow, P’s hair was really blonde too.

Sorry, I went darker this past weekend and am sort of missing the look of “blonde blonde.”

But this post isn’t about me, is it?

Moving on-

P is doing great in school. I’m really proud of her and so excited for all her opportunities.

I’m pretty sure after working at a place like the Burj she won’t be making any plans to attend OSU’s school of Hotel Managment (I still don’t understand why!… ha ha).

Kindred spirits are never very far apart, so I don’t worry so much about was the future holds.

I’m really proud of my sister and am so happy she’s found something she enjoys and loves.

P- you really must guest post when you’re home next week. I’m sure I speak for most of my blog friends when I say your life is far more interesting than ours and it would be fun to hear how school is going!

Does that come off desperate? I’m thinking it does…

Oh well.

So there you have it, P’s school update.

I hope you guys are having a wonderful day!

More to come.

Yesterday’s story came from Jacqueline, today’s story comes from my friend Lyna.

Lyna is a family friend that has known me for a very long time- which means she saw all my awkwardness and watched me live my stupid stories in real time.

Couple that with her freakishly amazing memory, and well- you get the following story.

Here’s what Lyna had to say in response to Sunday’s post:

You could tell us all how you have evolved in your cleaning experience, you know what I mean. From “learning how to vacuum, when you were in high school.” to being a total neat freak now. Really the vacuum story is absolutely priceless, and the reason you mother bought you one as a wedding gift.

And thus begins the evolution of how I went from Cleaning Dummy to Cleaning Domestic Goddess.

My parents spoiled supported me and my sister our entire life (which is probably why I tried to pay for pizza with $3! Um- read yesterday’s story). I had wonderful parents that always took care of me.

A lot.

To include vacuuming.

Sure- I cleaned my room, I folded laundry, I boiled water- but everyone knew that my mom was the lady that cleaned the house. She was obsessed. She was a cleaning freak.

Seriously- you could literally eat off our floors.

In fact, I’m pretty sure I did on more than one occasion.

Three second rule- ha!

Sure- I tried to help out, and I definitely did my part to keep stuff clean, but my mom was fanatical about a clean house. Cleanliness is next to godliness? Yeah- that was like our family theme.

In fact- I think we put that on our Christmas cards one year…

Anyway- you get it.

“Big” cleaning jobs were off limits to such irresponsible adolescents like myself.

Like vacuuming.

One day, in high school when I was old enough not to be a freaking idiot, I decided I’d surprise my mom and do some vacuuming for her while she was out and about.

I started by vacuuming my room, finding it rather difficult to get the corners and also astonished by the weight of the vacuum!

As I finished, a little winded, my mom came in to see my surprise!

“I vacuumed for you!”

“I see! Thank you!” my mom replied.

“Man mom, that vacuuming- that’s hard work! You can get quite an arm workout! I gotta ask- how do you get the corners of the room? I found it really hard!”

“What do you mean?” my mom looked at me puzzled.

“Well- all that lifting is makes it really hard to vacuum- it doesn’t roll very easily. Not only that, but the vacuum is heavy and I could pick it up to get it into the corners without scratching the baseboard!”

“?”

My mom stared at me- deeply trying to figure out how she was able to birth someone so nice and book smart but incredibly real world stupid.

Turns out, after further discussion, I had forgotten to release the handle!

I was vacuuming with the handle upright, picking it up and trying my best to roll it that way.

Who knew vacuums had a handle release!?

Genius.

Can you believe you guys are friends with me!?

So, somehow- between wearing the wrong shoes to school, vacuuming my bedroom without releasing the handle, and today- 27 January 2009 I became obsessed with cleaning.

I’m pretty sure you guys know that. I would point you to a post in which I obsess about how much I hate people wearing shoes inside my house, however I realized it’s linked to a goofy video of me and my sister, so um- no link.

Anyway- somehow I became my mother.

Ha ha- I’m pretty sure at some point every woman says that.

I don’t know how it happened, what changed- but I’m obsessed with cleaning and truly get very agitated when my house is not the way it needs to be.

Perhaps it’s as though I feel I owe it to that poor innocent little vacuum I used-ha, or misused- so many years ago.

So there you have it. Yet another B-Love Moment.

Perhaps I will no longer ask for blogging help.

But then we’d never have this much fun!

You get a week’s worth of blog material!

I suppose I asked for it.

Ha- actually I did ask for it- and I’m thankful because you ladies helped a girl out.

Okay- so post #1 this week is to reveal some of my continual blonde, stupid “B-Love Moments.” Actually, most of this week will be me revealing some of my continual, blonde, stupid “B-Love Moments.”

I’ll start with Jacqueline. Here’s what she had to say:

You could always blog about how you tried to pay for pizza with a coupon...or how you wore two different shoes on the first day of junior high...or you could just...you know...go over to my blog, read it, show me some love, say “interview me” and maybe I’ll get more creative with topics...just a suggestion :DJ

Okay- so here goes:

Believe it or not- I’m sort of smart. I’m not an idiot. I graduated with honors from college- only 3 grades were not As my entire career.

Okay- so I’ve established I’m not a complete idiot, however I do have a lot of blonde moments.

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That could be an understatement.

Okay so back in the day Jacqueline and I we’re really really close and if you were looking for her- you simply needed to look for me. In fact- we even had silly nicknames for each other.

Because I’m almost 26 I won’t tell you what they are, because they’re goofy.

(Dude!.... ha ha....okay- inside joke… moving on)

Anyway, so one night in junior high (yes- old enough to know better...) Jacqueline stayed the night at my house and late at night (late as in- my parents were already asleep) we decided we wanted to order a pizza.

Because we’re smart and frugal girls, we found a coupon and the best price for our pizza. I don’t remember all the details (Jacqueline you probably do!) but it was something like- $14.99 for a large pizza.” Oh- and I think we got breadsticks.

Actually- I have no recollection, but I’d like to think that we did.

Jacqueline- can we please pretend that we did?

Okay-

So the guy came and the total came to something like $18.00 ( I have no idea, really).

I kindly gave him the coupon and $3.01.

I shut the door and was ready to get back to our night of fun!

About 3 minutes later, the door bell rings (Hmm- I can’t imagine who that would be!)- waking my parents.

Of course.

The pizza guy was standing there dumbfounded and was like-

“Um- I think you owe me $14.99.”

I looked at him all confused- and ready to tell him what an idiot he was- I had a coupon mister!

My parents came out to see what was the clamour.

Ha ha, clamour. I always wanted to say that.

I explained to them that I had a coupon! Darn it! I had a freaking coupon!

Then then explained to me that just because the coupon says I can get a pizza for $14.99 it doesn’t mean that the coupon was worth $14.99.

Ahhh- I get it now.

Anyway- they had a good laugh with Jacqueline and probably the pizza guy (I blocked it from my memory). They paid the guy with the right amount, and then they laughed some more.

Yeah- I’m a smarty.

Ha ha, trying to get a pizza for $3. Genius.

Alright, so that was the first story.

The second? Just as embarrassing- but much more public.

The first day of 8th grade I wanted to make sure I looked great- after all, I was no longer on the bottom of the food chain! I put my outfit on but had one predicament- shoes.

Should I wear the brown sandals with the elastic back, or the brown sandals that covered my entire heel.

Hmmm…

I went out to ask my mom-

“They both look good!”

Oh- and for the record, I hate when people do that. Why can’t people tell you which one they like better.

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Okay- nevermind. I do that all the time to people too…

Anyway, I continued to debate and began running behind schedule. I finally made a decision and was out the door to go to school.

I arrived at school, and as soon as I got off the bus I felt something funny. My left heel felt wet from the dew on the grass, but my right heel was dry.

Strange.

I looked down and-

although I made a decision on which shoes to wear, I failed to actually change them.

I.wore.two.different.pairs.of.shoes.to.the.first.day.of.school.

Wow.

Genius.

I was mortified.

HOWEVER-

Although I was mortified, I was too stupid to call my mom and beg her to bring me the matching shoe I needed.

Instead- I went through the entire day with two different pair of shoes, fielding dozens of questions and snickers.

Why!?

Why didn’t I call my mom!?!

Ugh- I still wonder.

So- there you go.

Two incredibly embarrassing B-Love moments.

As you can see, junior high was not very good for me.

Ha- actually pretty much every day goes a little bit like the above- only I’m sure to check my shoes before leaving each day that’s for sure!

Lots more to come. A few more people posted comments which I’ll share.

I’m pretty sure I made your Monday look a whole lot better.