Welcome to Clutzville, population 'me'

My sister is getting married in October. A perfect catalyst for getting myself in shape. I'm made an agreement with my other sister to keep each other accountable in our eating healthier/exercising endeavor. We've stopped eating before bed which for me is HUGE. If you know me you know I like nothing more than to sit down in front of the tube and munch whilst enjoying some Buffy or Angel at the end of a stressful day.

My sister has been walking a lot and says she's seeing some progress. I, on the other hand, am not having much success.

So today I decided to go for a little jog. Approx. a mile, in my neighborhood, which is scary in and of itself. But I did it. Feeling pretty proud of myself I headed down the hill towards my house. I noticed a shiny little face peering out a front room window, waiting for my return. As I hopped up into the yard to surprise my little one I stepped in a sink hole and SPLAT!, fell flat on my face. Classy.

I'm sure my little old lady neighbor say everything and if I were her I'd have been rolling with laughter. Ugh.

Once More, with feeling

This weekend I did something I've never done before.

I went to a sing-along.

A Buffy sing-along.

I had a lot of fun. It was kind of goofy and a little uncomfortable, mostly because it was a new experience, not because of the event itself.

There were props.

Bubbles,

lighters,

poppers,

Vampire teeth,

and oh yes,

underwear.

:)

There were no 'cool kids' sitting in the back making fun of you for being silly. In fact, sillyness was expected, if not demanded.

It was really neat how everyone was into it. At one point the host asked if the initially requested heckling of a character could be toned down and people actually did it. WOW!

Besides the event itself I enjoyed my entire excursion. Austin was awesome, as always. And I had some fabulous food at Fado, an Irish pub.

Cracker, Coy, and Shley, Thanks for the 'FUN TIMES' !! Love you guys!

As I Turn My White Skin Red

"And it's you and me in the summertime,

we'll be hand in hand down in the park.

With a squeeze and a sigh and that twinkle in your eye

and all the sunshine banishes the dark."

I love this song. I've wanted to put it up on my myspace page for a week now and it appears I'll have to upload it myself... bummer.

I'm ready for summer.

Not the heat mind you. Heat sucks! Especially here in Texas.

I just love the freedom summer inspires. Endless possibilities.

Cold drinks, driving with the windows down and the tunes blarin'.

Good Times.

I'm finding myself at a crossroads of endless possibilities.

So many choices, so many ways to go.

Good.

Exciting.

Terrifying.

Adventurous.

How do I make the right choice?

The choice I'd make five years ago is not the choice I'd make today, and probably not the choice I'd make five years from now.

It's a little overwhelming.

But I find it's a good place.

So I lift my Ocean Water and say "Here's to new adventures!"

'Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station

"Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place where they’re far more suited than here"

I just love that. So clever. And SO true. I have several bloggers that I read on a regular basis and I'm just in awe a bit. They are so good at capturing my attention, painting pictures with words, and making me want more. And there are several others I wish would blog more often. I wish I had that talent. I feel a bit lost with that. I don't have a 'talent'. Bummer if I'm 80 before I find out what it is.

That's not why I'm here today.

I'm here because I'm not cool. Somehow I doubt that anyone else dwells on this as much as I do. Feeling confident in your own skin... that's hard for me and I hate it. I think it's hindered by my desire to be loved by everyone. And I'm not. This is obvious by the fact that we can invite like 15 people over and only two come. It's sad really. I've got several friends that I don't care what they want to do, I'm there. "What, come over to sacrifice a goat in a ritual attempt to ward off evil spirits? I'm so there". I think maybe this is something cool that I've been missing out on, because I'm not in the know. Really it's just about spending time together... Just something on my mind today.

That and I really miss singing. Yeah, we sing every Sunday at church, standing in the sanctuary, one huddled mass. But it's not the same. I want someone to say "Hey Lori, I'm trying to put something together and really need a female voice in the mix. You interested?" That would be awesome.

Earlier when I thought "I want to blog today" this was not at all what I was thinking about but this is what came out... ummm.

An Outing

I'm trying hard to be a regular blogger. Bear with me...

With the weather being cool and sometimes icky, and with the Hubby and I sharing one car most of the time I feel like I've been inside, ALOT.

Even though last week I got to hangout with my friends more than usual, I still feel cooped up. I know the kids do, they've gotten out even less.

So we decide to take them to the mall. We ate dinner in the food court and then took them down to the playground to burn off some of that pent up energy.

We ran into some old friends there, the girls were happy to be around other kids.

Then a little girl who's mother was sitting next to us came over. She asked her mom if she had a paper towel.

Weird question, I thought. Then she proceeded to tell her mother about playing somewhere and something about a baby and then she asked "Do you smell it?"

WHAT? Smell? No good can come of a statement like that.

Poo. seriously.

Apparently there was a child who's pull-up was uber-full and started leaking out... All over the play area!!!!

Graham and I quickly grabbed the girls and started gathering our things.

Then we smelled it... Ugh... I wanted to vomit. It's bad enough when it's your own kids but you just kind of deal with it. But when it's someone else's kid, someone you don't know, it's repulsive. Luckily the mother of the boy found out and took him out to the restroom... I hope someone cleans that up.

It will be quite a while before we go back. I guess that's what I get for trying to get out of the house :)

Hookah with a Nooma Nooma

I'm 26. Not old by any standard unless of course you are five.

Lately I've found myself feeling very old.

Most of my friends have lives very similar to mine. Married, kids... But then others don't.

It's these friends that I find myself envying often. The freedom to go wherever, whenever. Staying out till the wee hours of the morning is the norm... Not a luxury.

I sat with several them last night. Enjoying myself. But at the same time I felt like a similar time in my life was oh so many years ago. My ten year high school reunion is next year... I'll be thirty in three...

A song plays in the background... At the table eyes light up with recognition and the sing-along commences. A song I've never heard. No clue. Feeling like an alien when references are made and I'm lost. Is this what our parents think ?

Is this stuff I should know about? Am I just a big nerd and not cool enough to know this?

Am I ridiculous for wanting to be 21 again? Well, maybe 23.

...ummm. The inner thoughts of a stay-at-home mom who has spent a little too much time indoors...