Monday, February 28, 2011

Harboring resentment

When I was growing up there were a certain group of girls that made fun of me. One group was from school and the other group were girls from my church. I'm not sure why they were mean to me but I can only assume now that it was just "girls being mean girls" or at least, I hope that's what it was. One of these "mean girls" had friended me on Facebook a year or more ago. I accepted, begrudgingly, probably just so I could look at her pictures but I accepted her nonetheless. About six months ago I did major editing of my friend's list...she got the boot. About three months ago she sent me a friend request, I clicked "not now" and forgot about her. Today, she sent another friend request. Why? Why, in heaven's name, would she want to be friends with me now? We don't live in the same town, aren't in the same circles and frankly she was EVIL to me when we did live in the same town and were in the same circle (sort of). This baffles me. But it's not uncommon. There are several people on my "friend's" list whom I wouldn't trust as far as I could throw them as my friend but I keep them around for some reason I'm not quite sure of yet. Maybe it's because I think they may have changed but really I think I keep them around because part of me (ok, more of me than I'd like to admit) is still that insecure adolescent girl who wants people to want to be friends with her.

But I'm not that the mean girl's friend request I clicked "not now" again.
I guess you could say that I'm getting stronger (read: more ok with me) everyday.
I'm a work in progress...welcome to the job site. :)

Tuesday, February 8, 2011


11 - The number of hours it was supposed to take to get to TX.

20 - The actual number of hours it took us to get to TX.

2-3 - The number of inches of ice that were on the road.

350 - The number of miles that had 2-3 inches of ice on the road.

22 - The number of miles we went in 6 hours.

45 - The reason all those numbers above were totally worth it! We made the trek to Dallas for Super Bowl 45 and while I would love to give you all the details now, spending 32 hours in the car made me a little delirious and a lot forgetful so I will need to consult the video and phone log before going into more detail.

This trip only confirmed that Mr. Ski and I are a perfect know since we didn't kill one another while in the car for 32 hours! :) I love you babe...and this is only further proof that anything is possible when we're together!

OH, and in case you missed it.....THE PACKERS WON THE SUPER BOWL!! WOOOOOOOHHOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

How peculiar.

I came across this photo while checking my email on yahoo (dot) com yesterday.

Please notice the yellow circles, which are around windshield wipers. While the one red circle is around an open door. can someone please tell me why all of the windshield wipers on these cars are flipped up? And the one door is open? I mean...I get that you had to desert your car but I certainly wouldn't have left the door open.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

You know how they say....

your tastes change every 7 years?

I believe them (whoever they are).

I turned 28 in the fall and suddenly things I repulsed I now love, like:

almonds - My former self would have gagged while typing those 7 little letters. I used to find the super smooth insides of almonds particularly disturbing. Now...I LOVE them.

pecans - I used to despise every aspect of pecans from the taste and texture all the way down to the the odd way my fingers rubbed together after cracking them. Now...I LOVE them (and save them for last when eating my snack).

guacamole - This popular dip was my 0-27 year old's nemesis. I hated it with a royal passion and could not understand why everyone always tried to force it upon me. Now...I LOVE it (and can't get enough when it's around)!

hummus -Um, no, you could never find me dipping my carrots in anything but ranch dressing. Now...I LOVE it (and prefer it to ranch dressing AND mayo (sometimes)).

beets - Yeah right. Now...I still ABHOR them. I don't think my tastes have changed enough to even consider trying them again. I was in Kindergarten and the my very first school assignment was to try all types foods(mostly vegetables) on a list from the teacher. I was rocking that homework assignment and munching down on all kinds of veggies (Grammy always said I was a good eater! :) and then I had to try beets. I gagged violently (which I still vividly remember) and I have never again even tried a beet. Maybe in another 7 years I'll be ready.

Would you say your tastes have changed every 7 years or at all?