Life on the A List

Sometimes I really think I need a reality TV show. I think my life is much more interesting then “Holly’s World” or “Bethany Getting Married.” “Kendra” is pretty cool though. I mean, currently I am sitting in bed watching Good Day Sacramento with my cat. I spent yesterday folding clothes and searching for a mini chick-fil-A cow. Today I have plans to go for a bike ride and try on my bridesmaid gown for Brynne’s wedding. Does life really get anymore interesting then that? Haha.

Ok, maybe my life isn’t reality TV worthy, but I am happier then I have ever been. For the first time in my life I am not wishing today were over, or trying to just finish this last project. Throughout high school and college I was always wishing the days away. I couldn’t wait for a test to be over, a project to be done, the semester to end, or the thesis to be a faint memory of my life. I always felt like I needed to turn in the best work and get the best grade. I never took time off, always went to summer school, and made sure to graduate in an appropriate manner of time. I am not sure why I did this. I think it is part of being the oldest. I had to be the one to set the bar high. I wanted my parents to be proud of me. I am now 25 with a graduate degree, and I still don’t feel like I have accomplished what I intended to do. The funny thing is that I don’t really know what I intended to do. My goal has always been to work my ass off and one day it will all pay off, and my life will be perfect. I have now realized that life isn't perfect. I read something that my friend Rebecca posted the other day...............

(The past has already happened. The future is what's yet to come, but everyday will always be a gift. That is why it is called the "present.")

The only thing I can really do today, is to enjoy the present, and that is exactly what I intend to do.

One too Many M&M’s in the Trail Mix Bag

Today had potential for perfection. I worked the sweet 9:45 to 5pm shift with my man Patrick, and had a massage scheduled at 5:30pm with my honey. No complaints about that. The day started off with me making coffee, making lunch, and picking out my work outfit. I had two pairs of jeans in mind for the day. A) The light blue “comfy” jeans that sag a little in the behind resembling a possible accident in the pants B) The “sexy” dark blue jean with little wiggle room. I asked Keith his opinion and he quickly chose option B. Option B it was. I set off to work on my bicycle, got about 3 miles down the road, and realized I forgot my work shoes. AWSOME. Keith came to the rescue and brought me my sweet Keen MJ shoes.

The day went on, it was busy. I took my lunch at 2pm, ate my homemade trail mix made up of a handful of peanuts, handful of almonds, and two handfuls of both raisons and M&M’s. I love the sweet stuff. Just as my lunch was coming to an end, I went to use the restroom. When I was through I went to pull up the ole skinny jeans. I attempted to do a couple squats, trying to make a little more room for my, well thunder thighs. On about the third squat and lunge to the side RIIIIIIP! OOOOOOO no. I looked down and I had ripped my jeans in the right thigh. It was right at the part of the inner thigh where that extra flab of fat has made a home. Ladies, you must know what I’m talking about. Well, life must go on. I went to find Patrick and made him aware of my predicament. He said it wasn’t bad, so I went on with the remainder of my day with a rip in my thigh. I just tried not to bed over and was sure to keep that leg straight like a wooden peg if I needed to bend over.

Work was soon over and it was time for my much needed massage. I wanted to slip into something a bit more comfortable, so I put on some REI running shorts with the built in underwear. I was off to my massage. Keith and I get into the couples room and I realize I have no underwear to wear for the massage. I mean, you can go without, but I like the comfort of a quality pair of panties. O’well. The perfect day went not so perfect. I ate one too many M&M’s in the trail mix bag, ripped my pants, and had a very “nudy” massage. Although I must say, it was still a good day. I enjoyed work with friends and the evening with my love. I guess those mishaps are apart of that thing called life. Maybe next time i'll go with option A.

The Litter Disaster

Yesterday was PETCO day. I needed to pick up some kitty litter and food for the weasels, aka Mahoney and Vella. My cats are a little on the, lets say, large side. It is pointless for me to buy the little 8 pound kitty food bag for 16 bucks when I could spend 24 dollars on a 20 pound bag. The problem is that I am very picky about the food and litter I buy. I never have a problem buying the large bag of Nutro Natural overweight management for indoor adult cats, but the litter is a bit tougher. I hate the smell of a dirty litter box, and I have tried multiple cat litters. I have found that the "Ever Clean Extra Strength" is awesome! Not the Ever Clean Charcoal, Multiple Cat, or Unscented. It must be Extra Strength. Anyways, every time I go to PETCO they only have one box of my favorite Ever Clean litter. Think about the biological process of mammals. A 20 pound bag of food for two 20 pound cats requires far more litter then one box. This poses as a problem. This requires me to make bi-monthly trips to PETCO to purchase litter. I'd rather just make one trip and do it all in one shot. Well yesterday must have been my birthday or something because to my surprise PETCO had TWO Ever Clean Extra Strength cat litters. I was super excited and brought my items up to the register. The cashier leans over to pick up the box of cat litter, comments about its heavy weight, tries to scan it and CRASH! My precious box of cat litter went all over the floor! She apologized repeatedly and stated that she would look in the back for another box. I knew this was just a common courtesy. I ask monthly, well bi-monthly, if they have an additional box and they never do. They always have the other Ever Clean versions to offer, which results in me looking like a crazy cat lady when I attempt to explain why they don't work as well as the sister version. I guess it wasn't my birthday after all. However I did get 15 percent off my purchase and some little balls for the Vella Kitty. Mahoney hates balls. He is more of a stuffed animal kind of guy.