Two days and counting until game day and I’m already nervous.

You’d think I was the one suiting up and sweating all over myself.

Wait- while I’m not going to be suiting up on Saturday, I can totally guarantee I’ll be sweating all over myself- so being nervous is totally legitimate- right?

How long as it been since I’ve done one of these?

How long?

Too Long!

Series of Short Posts- oh how I’ve missed thee.

To have a crapload of Facebook Friends.

Hmm, would that be bad to say in an interview?

To avoid red teeth stains after drinking 10 bottles of Fruit Punch Crystal Light.

Hmm, I probably shouldn’t say this one in an interview either…

Thanks for all your kind words and prayers the other day. Will’s dad was taken out of ICU and is now in the cardiology center of the hospital. He will still be there a few more days, but it’s been a blessing to know he’s breathing on his own and is expected to make a full recover. Thanks again, I appreciated your thoughtfulness. 

This morning I was so late that I didn’t have time to pack milk for my cereal.

So- I improvised.

I had Special K Protein Plus cereal with Starbucks Dark Chocolate Peppermint Mocha Frappuccino

The best decision I’ve made this whole day.

What a way to start the morning.

I’m wearing a pretty black silky cardigan today. The trouble is that it was drizzly this morning and my sweater got a little wet and now I smell like fish food.

Why is that silky type material makes you smell like you’ve been at Sea World all day?

How annoying.

Okay so I have this sweater I like. I bought it with my lovely girls during our Texas Weekend of Fun. My friends wouldn’t have let me get a granny sweater, right?

Well- as it turns out they did! I totally bought a granny sweater!

Last week one of the new ladies that works here wore my sweater

She’s in her 50s.

Guys. I seriously need some retail counseling now. 

As an obsessive toilet seat liner, I have this debilitating fear of walking out of the BIDFY with toilet paper stuck to my pants and having to walk the whole 3 miles back to my office with a big smile on my face and none the wiser to the extra cushioned Charmin hanging from my butt.

So- each time I use the BIDFY the women present probably think I’m staring (like, hard, concentrated sort of staring) at my butt. However, the truth is that my slight OCD tendencies force me to look again, and again, and again to ensure that I DO NOT have toilet paper stuck to my derriere.

I swear, it’s not a vanity thing ladies. 

They’re opening a 6 Flags in Dubai.

I say you guys come meet me there next fall and we’ll eat a ton of crap and ride something with lots of twists and loops so we’ll be the first people to puke in their new seats.

Now that’s my idea of a good time!