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Monday, August 28, 2006
Blogger Revealed, Part One
She walks into McDonald's with the other girls, all of them matching, penguin-like in their white blouses and black skirts. While they chatter excitedly, this girl hangs back a bit, talking softly with a close friend. She's never been as outgoing as the rest, a trait that some mistake as snobbery. She's just a little shy, and sometimes she still feels like the chubby girl she used to be back in middle school. At 17, she isn't quite used to her new body and the looks of admiration (not disgust) that some boys throw her way.

While she might not speak much, she loves to sing. In fact, that's what she was doing today, on a choir field trip. Now, with the last melody complete, the group is heading home, but not before a lunch on the road. As the girl files into line to order, she notices the boy behind the counter. He doesn't look much older than her, and even with the goofy work uniform and visor, she finds him enchanting. He has a quick grin and charm that draws her like a moth to a flame. When he glances her way, she averts her eyes.

Blushing a little, she makes it to the front of the line and gives him her order. A cheeseburger, nothing too special. Some fries. He smiles at her and she melts just a little. But like usual, she doesn't take the next step. Just pays and heads to a table with the other girls. She tries to eat without thinking about him, but the others are chatting about the cutie at the counter. Then one says, "Hey, I think he is trying to get your attention."

She realizes they are talking to her, and she looks toward the kitchen. He is smiling, and beckons her to come over. Heart thumping, she rises from the table and goes to him.

"I thought you might like a milkshake, on me." he says. "It's chocolate."

She smiles and thanks him. "One condition, though," he adds. "I need your phone number."

She scribbles it down on a fast food bag, thinking about the boyfriend she's just broken up with. She isn't really ready for another go-around this soon... so when he calls her that night she finds herself holding back, despite the attraction. He can hear it in her voice, and he doesn't call again.

A few months pass, and she's heading to a wedding. The bride's a friend of her family. She arrives at the church with her mother, hearing the faint sounds of organ music. But she has no idea what this night holds for her. It plays out like the scene of a movie.

Inside, dressed in a smart tuxedo, is the boy. That boy she brushed off just a few months earlier. In an odd twist of fate, he is in the wedding party... the brother of the groom. He spots her and his whole face lights up.

She doesn't really listen to the ceremony. All she knows is that he is staring at her the whole time, while vows are being recited and promises made. And once the reception begins, he is at her side. He compliments her on how beautiful she looks, how he loves the cream colored dress she is wearing. He is a charmer, for sure, and she is falling for him.

They dance that night, at that wedding, heady from the infatuation. That night, they can't foresee that they will dance at yet another wedding, about six years later. But this time, she will trade the cream dress for a white one. This time, they will dance to celebrate their own marriage. A relationship born years earlier, when they were still too young to know what they had, but thankfully wise enough to hold on to something special.

And that is the story of how we met.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Boring Blogger
I'm really feeling the whole "writer's block" thing lately. There really isn't much going on that I think you'll find interesting. After all, I haven't just had a gorgeous baby, flung my dog (unintentionally) our of a moving car, gone shopping for my wedding, or seen a really great cowboy movie that doesn't involve boy-on-boy love.

Sure, I've given you some laughs lately with my tales of body waxing and bodily injury. But lately, the well's gone dry. Since I'm really not keen on hurting myself again for your reading pleasure, I'm gonna need some help from you.

It's been really fun to have some new readers lately, in addition to some of the tried and true friends I've made here on the internetwebblogosphere. So I guess maybe some of you might have some questions for me. I'm gonna take a page from Hilary's book, and invite you to ask me anything you want. I'm not shy... I'll answer! Come on, fire away! Help a blogger with writer's block!

Thursday, August 17, 2006
Don't say I didn't warn you
Three Reasons Why Scooters Suck Ass
Exhibit A:
Trying to figure out what this is? A knee. A swollen, bruised knee with entire chunks taken out of it.
Exhibit B:

Hello, ugly foot. I can't say that I found you particularly cute to begin with, but these oozy wounds definitely don't do the trick. And doesn't it just figure that all of my cute summer shoes have straps that line up perfectly with the road rash? Whoever said it hurts to be beautiful... was right.

And Exhibit C:

My forearm. Did you ever realize how much you lean on this part of your arm? Now I know.

Fucking scooters.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Ouch. That hurt. And this time, it's not about waxing.
Have you ever noticed those motorized scooters that have been growing in popularity? I got my butt royally kicked by one this weekend.

These scooters are like mini-motorcycles. You can ride them anywhere on the roads, but they don't go quite as fast as full-fledged motorcycles do. They're especially popular in vacation spots... you can see people zipping around on them while they get a little R&R.

Unfortunately for me, R&R went from "Rest and Relaxation" to "Rest and Rehabilitation." I took a few days off last week to join my family in Chincoteague, Virginia. We spend our time camping, crabbing, boating, and playing some cutthroat card games. Oh yeah, and riding the two scooters my uncle brought along.

I had never driven a scooter before, but everyone assured me that it was really easy. Hey, you don't even need a motorcycle license to drive one... just a regular old driver's license will do. Despite the fact that my dad's nickname for me used to be "Crash" (jump to your own conclusions there) I decided to take the scooter for a little drive.

We were headed to the nearby pharmacy to pick up some allergy medicine for my mom. I should have known something was wrong when I could hardly keep my balance at first. It was actually pretty comical, as I shook and wove across the road in the campground. I figured I just needed a little time to get used to it. Turns out I would also need some painkillers.

I actually made it to the pharmacy without any trouble. It was on the way back that it all went wrong. I was trying to turn a corner, not only balancing myself but my mom, who was riding behind me. Since I was still a little wobbly, I didn't take the turn fast enough, and when I hit a bump, it was all over.

With my mom screaming, we careened toward the curb and hit the pavement. The bike only had a few scratches. Mom and I weren't so lucky. I took most of the impact, and I have some major road rash on my right side. My poor knee is a mess, my right foot is sore and raw, and my right arm is sporting a red, angry welt. Thank goodness we didn't break anything. And thank goodness we were wearing our helmets!

This all happened last Friday, and I am feeling better. But I'm limping around (yes, I am a big baby). I think my ego might be smarting a little bit as well. Dad's back to calling me "Crash" again, and I've sworn off scooters for all time.

My only advice to you... is rider beware! These scooters are more dangerous than they might seem. Or maybe I am just one of the worst drivers ever. You can decide!

and p.s. I'm not posting pictures, because it would totally gross you out. Unless, of course, you WANT to be grossed out. Ew.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Note to self
Note to self: waxing isn't worth it.

I say this not because of the pain, but because of the payoff. I got my wax last Tuesday, and I was silky smooth. Perfectly pubeless.

Now, a week later, stupidly stubbly. I have something new to add to my list of "things I should probably know but didn't." Hair grows in cycles. Meaning that last week, when I was all happily hairless, there were a bunch of little rogue hairs waiting just under the surface that didn't get yanked. Ready to break free and grow in and ruin my 45 minute-painfilled-butthole-baring-expensive-wax-WAAAH!

Yep, I've got some stragglers. I look like a prepubescent girl. Most of me is nice and smooth still, but there are a bunch of little suckers now popping up. What sucks about this is that Cara... remember sweet Cara who literally ripped me a new one? Cara says I shouldn't shave at all, and should just let those hairs grow until my next wax, which should be three weeks from now.

Well, I've decided. There won't be another wax. I'm not interested in the pain, the expense, and then the extra hairs that crop up in between. Especially not when I can shave and get the same result.

Oh well. At least I got to blog about it!

Now for some meme goodness. Because I promised Desiree. I give you TAKE FOUR:

Four jobs you have had in your life:
1. TV news anchor
2. Book/magazine editor
3. Victoria's Secret salesperson
4. Kennel staff at veterinarian's office

Four movies you would watch over and over:
1. Kill Bill (Vol 1 and 2)
2. Forrest Gump
3. The Little Mermaid
4. The Rookie

Four places you have lived:
1. Fallston, Maryland (my hometown)
2. Hastings, Nebraska (otherwise known as bumfuck, USA. I moved there for my first TV job, and it was torturous)
3. Grand Island, Nebraska (just slightly better than bumfuck)
4. Southern PA (my current home)

Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. Grey's Anatomy, I love you.
2. Project Runway.
3. House. Sexiest grumpy asshole EVER.
4. Anything on TLC. Because I am a dork.

Four Places you have been on Vacation:
1. Disneyworld
2. Chincoteague, Virginia (where the wild ponies swim!)
3. Caribbean (on a cruise)
4. Las Vegas

Four websites you visit daily:
1. My blogroll. (so that's more than four, but it's my meme, suckers)
2. Hotmail
4. (because we use natural family planning as our birth control).

Four of my favorite foods:
2. Pickles
3. Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream
4. Lobster

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. On vacation!
2. Home
3. With my honey.
4. On a beach.

Four friends I am tagging that I think will respond:
1. Hilary
2. Janet
3. Jessica
4. Meg

Four Places you'd love to visit:
1. Italy
2. Australia
3. London
4. Saint Tropez

Four foods you don't like:
1. Brusell sprouts
2. spinach
3. mussels
4. some kinds of fish

Now don't you feel like you know me better?