I have a confession: I am a member of the Wheel of Fortune Wheel Watchers Club. Each evening I enter the bonus puzzle from the aired show in hopes of winning $$ and prizes like the contestants. Each time I watch as someone else's Spin ID is chosen and wonder, "Why not me?"
Last night it hit me.
It seems that every time you see someone win something they say, "Wow, I've never won anything before!" Is that a prerequisite to winning? That you've neverwon anything before? This got me thinking...
In fifth grade I drew a picture of an elephant in the jungle. There were big, beautiful, flowers, bugs, animals...even a waterfall! I won the Reflections 1st Prize trophy for pencil drawing.
Yesterday I had to go to a 3 hour training meeting in Norman. It was one of those things that you'll do anything to get out of. I spent Tuesday night eating everything I could think of that might give me a stomach ache and tried to develop a hacking cough...to no avail. Alas, I awoke early the next morning and prepared myself for the worst.
The drive there was relatively uneventful. In Norman, we stopped for breakfast at a little French cafe. Afterwards, there was a meeting for the regional managers that three of us didn't have to go to. My boss let us take the car...(She's a brave and trusting soul.)
Our first stop was the Sprint store. My coworker, Shelly, needed a car charger for her phone. While she was checking out, Jennifer and I noticed two of the Sprint workers talking by the door. The guy was asking the girl if she knew the name of a song he was playing from his phone, and the dance that goes along with it. I could tell she was super annoyed so either out of desperation to help her or complete lack of thought I blurted the name of the song. Somehow he even convinced me to do the **dance (mainly because his version was WAY off) after which he proceeded to give us a lecture on the origin and history of the dance, and three other succeeding dances. Oh gosh. We weren't sad to see that Shelly was ready to go.
The rest of our spare two hours were spent at the mall where we met numerous black men of questionable sexuality and bought next to nothing. Our next mission was to wander around Norman looking for a Sonic (which we never found), settling for McDonald's, and barely making it to the meeting on time. The 3 hour meeting is hardly worth mentioning.
On the way home, we stopped at Toby Keith's "I Love This Bar & Grill" in Oklahoma City. It was amazing! There were sports channels on every TV, a hanging disco ball in the shape of a saddle, and plenty of scruffy men checking women out from the bar. The ladies kept insisting that I talk to a tall cowboy in a black Stetson. I know, he sounds dreamy, right?! Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure he was twice my age. At least. Maybe next time.
By this time, you should all be feeling bad for me and my lame day full of out-of-town meetings. I could go on and on about the fabulous conversations, driving incidences, adventures in the space car... but if you've honestly read this far, I at least owe you the courtesy of ending the post! :o)
Okay, many of you may have read my sister's post documenting our Valentine's Day makeovers at the MAC counter last night. When I saw my eyes, I was reminded of something, but couldn't quite put my finger on it. This morning it hit me.
Do we see the resemblance?! :o)
Anyway, I'm fairly certain people were remarks at the theatre, but it was a lot of fun, anyway.
So we saw the movie "He's Just Not That Into You" and I've gotta say... it was an eye-opener. All those guys I thought liked me these last years probably had absolutely no interest...and others probably did that I totally blew off. I think it's interesting that men and women struggle to communicate effectively when they're supposedly programmed to be together. When one does manage to get their point across to another, it's doubtful the other will agree. Yet another reason to avoid dating. :o)
These days it seems that a lot of people are concerned for my happiness more than I am. They keep asking me what my "type" is in hopes that they can set me up with a perfect man. So I've asked myself what my type is, and I've come up with a few examples:
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Keith Harkin:
Blonde dreamboat of Celtic Thunder. Singer, songwriter, guitar player. Lovely eyes, good style, great hair, cute accent, amazing voice.
James McAvoy:
See? Look how cute. Can't say that I know much about him, but I like his style and he definitely knows how to pretend to be a dreamboat in the movies. Even when he was half goat it was all good!
John Krasinski:
Or should I say Jim Halpert? That's probably more accurate. Look how cool and cute he is. I don't even feel the need to defend this one.
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So what we've learned from this is that I have no type. I just wanted an excuse to ooze over a few perfect-for-me non-options. Hope you've all enjoyed it as much as I have!
(If you do happen to know any of these guys or someone with similar or otherwise attractive qualities, please let me know.)
I happened to look at my cousin's blog the other day and noticed that she tagged me (rather persuasively) to list my five favorite things. I think it was more of an attempt to make me update my blog than anything else, but I'm down.
I started by making a list of everything I love, but the first 10 items were edible, and the next few were people. We'll just say these are in addition to food, friends, and family. Here we go!
1. Diet Coke -- Diet Coke is quite possibly the sweet nectar of the gods. No other soft drink comes close to the colossal joy I get when I take that first little fizzy sip of calorie-free goodness. Liquid bliss. Love in a can. This is what Diet Coke is to me.
2. Text Messaging -- If I couldn't text, I would lose contact with 90% of the people in my life. Sad, but true! I've always hated talking on the phone, and to this day, I avoid it when I can. Speaking on the phone opens up opportunities for sharing unwanted information and rambling. Texting allows me to maintain control of my level of involvement in the conversation. I'm never obligated to stay in a conversation longer than I wish, answer right away, or express any kind of emotion. Bottom line: Texting is impersonal and to the point. I love it!!
3. Going to the Movies -- My favorite passtime! The movies are always a good idea. Is it the sticky floor? Is it being in a dark room with strangers? Is it the kids kicking the back of your chair? It's hard to put my finger on the exact reason, but the cinematic experience is lovely. Even a bad movie can't always ruin a trip to the theatre!
4. Sales -- I am 100% opposed to paying full price. For anything. Ever. If I can't get it on sale, there's a good chance I won't get it at all. Either way, I'm saving money!!
5. Song Lyrics -- I am a song lyric junkie. I hate not knowing the words to the songs I like...and I hate it even more when I hear someone sing the wrong words to a song! I have a habit of posting random song lyrics as my Facebook status. Dorky? Yes. Can I help it? No. It's compulsive.
So there you have it. Five of my favorites. I could probably live without them...but why would I want to?!? Tagged: Kelli F, Holley, Megan P, Kellie, Shauna
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