March Madness

March was filled with stuff that kept me more than busy. First and probably best was the Justin Timberlake concert. I got the tickets last year for my friend Jen’s 30th birthday. I have to say…we were not disappointed. The show was amazing, and so well done. He more than brought sexy back. My friend Emily had shirts made for all of us that read “JT’s future wife, he just doesn’t know it yet.” They were a big hit. Other than Bon Jovi it was the best concert I have ever seen.



My favorite guy friend Noah was married in March to his girlfriend of 9 years…yes I said 9 years. I adore her and have no idea how she put up with him for that long. We went to San Francisco for the wedding, and it was beautiful. Open bar for 5 hours…hello I won the lottery. I needed the beverages because it could have been a high school reunion. My boyfriend loved sharing a table with my high school ex, his wife and all our old friends. I think nostalgia has an expiration date for sure, and he got an earful about what I was like back then. He was a very good sport.



Christine turned 27, and we had a girl’s night out. I think my favorite part was at one point Christine (highly intoxicated) explaining to a 23 year old that she was “way too old for him”. It was hilarious. The rest of us were encouraging the youngster by saying “There are all kinds of things she could teach you”. If looks could kill we would all be dead. She seems so sweet and kind…watch out because after some drinks mean Christine makes an appearance. Attached photo demonstrates her distain for us at that moment.



Kerri and Scott had a housewarming party. My old college roommates moved about 5 min from me here in Dallas. I love having them back. She cooked amazing food and we had a blast meeting new and old friends. The party ended up going till 2am and included my boyfriend imitating the New Kids On the Block dance routine to hanging tough. Listen up everybody if you wanna have a chance….oh oh oh oh oh. That is what happens after to much jager.

Febrary was all about me.

This year February was all about me. Why? Because I TURNED 30! I don’t feel 30, and it’s true that 30 is the new 20…but 30? Seriously. I remember being in high school thinking 30 was ancient, and wondering what people did when they were that old. Ha. This year I decided that it was time for a party. Not just any party, but the biggest party I have ever had. I feel so blessed right now in my life and wanted a party not just for me, but for all my friends who have been along for my crazy ride of a life. I started planning in September of last year. Hotel ZaZa was the chosen location of course. It is a swanky boutique hotel here that the famous people stay at when they come to town.
I booked one of the Magnificent 7 suites called “the crouching tiger” it was over 2000 sqft and decked in Asian décor. It was a girl’s only slumber party. Having a mix of single and married friends always causes a dilemma about the boy factor. I felt it easier for entertaining if it were all girls. The invites went out, all the food was ordered, and the cake was chosen. The weekend came and my best friends flew in. Val from San Diego, and Colleen from North Carolina. We have been friends since Jr. High, and I can’t imagine a major moment in my life without them.

My roommate from college Kerri and some Dallas pals as well. In all there were 15 of us. We started with dinner in the suite, a TON of alcohol, and some gift opening. I made gift boxes for everyone with fun stuff and a CD of my favorite songs from the past 30 years. Kerri made a beautiful slide show and even had a ton of pics from my mom! Then we moved to the club downstairs “dragonfly” where they had created a VIP area for us. We had cake and danced with the Dallas nightlife there for a while, before heading back to the room for the after party.


Down the hall from us were: Johnny Knoxville, and Tommy Lee (separate rooms) and some of the guys from Prison Break which is filmed here locally. It was the best birthday I have ever had, and a night I won’t forget with people I love. Well there was one I could do without, but that is another story for another time.
To the rest….thank you for all the years of friendship and I look forward to 30 more with all of you!

January

I can’t believe its 2007….I remember 1997…how can this be happening?

One of my favorite events of the year is in January. SUNDANCE Film Festival. Years ago it started as a girl’s weekend. My friend Kerri had moved to Salt Lake City for her husbands’ job, and was bored to tears out there. I decided to go visit, and we thought going to catch a few movies at Sundance would be fun. Now this was back in the day when you could actually “catch a movie” at Sundance. 5 years later….that no longer is the case. We’re still going though…5 years later. The group of girls is always different with the exception of Kerri and me. WE LOVE IT. But oh how the times have changed. When we first rented a house in Park City and had 9 (yes 9) girls for 5 days at Sundance it was a party. We were up all night, out at parties or crashing them, inviting boys to the hot tub (not a euphemism), and celebrity stalking like it was our job. Kerri and a friend Erin were in the bathroom at a movie premier a few years back with Paris and Nikki Hilton, and now they like to say they “pottied with the Hiltons” It was a wild time. Now years later almost everyone is married, some have kids, and we actually go for the movies and girl time.


This trip was very last min and actually work related for Kerri. She had to bring models from her agency to represent one of the corporate sponsors. Yeah…rough job. This year our only goal was to get a picture with Celeb blogger Perez Hilton. And I must say we were 100% successful (see above photo). Opening weekend is always insane but each year the madness grows. I hate to say it, but this festival is no longer about the movies. In fact you can’t even get tickets to them anymore without being willing to give up a kidney, or sleep with someone “in the industry”. However if you just want to run into celebs on the sidewalk it’s still the place to be, and we saw plenty. The highlight I think was that we went to the MTV/Myspace party one night and ended up in VIP (it happens when you’re traveling with models). We’re standing there dancing, and all of a sudden…P Ditty, Nick Cannon, and Damon Dash decide they want the table right behind us. People were going nuts, paparazzi everywhere and security. Nick went to DJ, and the entourage was something else. As the night went on Diddy et all decided they wanted to invite our crew (models) to a private after party. I laughed when we all decided that we would rather go home and make smores. And that’s exactly what we did. Not that Diddy noticed the absence, but it was fun being asked. I mean how often are you given a strange card, told to go to a parking lot and stand under some light and get on a bus with no idea where you are going? Not often I tell you. We had no regrets about not going…until we discovered that Justin Timberlake went. Damn, but those smores were good.

Thank you for smoking

Ok I’m sorry and some of you might hate me for it…but unless you are smoking all by yourself in your own home or car (with the windows up) I am going to think you are an asshole. Why you ask? Because I have yet to see a smoker use the freaking ashtray in their car….thank you to the asshole this morning in an orange mustang cobra who flicked your cigarette butt out the window on the freeway in traffic and landed on the hood of my new car. By the way…1990 called and wants the orange mustang back. Unless you are 18 and just got back from military duty you picked a LAME ASS CAR.

To all the smokers that might read this…if you’re not an asshole, don’t act like one. Roll up your windows and USE THE ASHTRAY!

December

The major events of Dec were as follows:
1. I hosted a Christmas Cocktail Party. I would post pictures, but like the A+ hostess that I am…I didn’t take any. I did make a crazy strong drink called “White Christmas” which consisted of Vanilla Vodka, White Chocolate Godiva Liqueur, and Kailua. Delicious and potent. I realized that as much as I love a good party, I don’t like cooking for one. The boyfriend claims he had never seen me cook as much in the 2 years we had been dating than he had for this party. I call BS. I cook, just not for him.

2. The almost break up. The holidays are stressful for everyone, and when navigating a newer relationship can cause tension. Everyone comes with their own expectations and holiday traditions. I am no exception, but add to that a Christmas fanatic and control freak. Can you follow where I am going with this? Being the age that I am, having my own place, career, job etc…sometimes its hard for me to compromise. I said it…its hard. I love Christmas, and as my brother so eloquently stated “it’s Megan’s way or get out of the way” I always have a tree, it is always decorated and freshly cut. No fake tree for me. Fake?? Whisky Tango…that is what I think of fake trees. But I digress. So the boyfriend and I go in search of the perfect tree one weekend. Here is where the trouble starts. I want a noble fir, he wants a Douglas, I want at least 6 feet, and he wants 5. Really 5 feet, I am taller than 5 feet, he is a foot taller than 5 feet, and I have vaulted ceilings….5 feet!! No. So we hold up trees and debate each merit while happy families and children march right in and manage to pick one so easily. Finally we agree, or I win…depends on who you ask. Then we get the thing home, and get it ready to decorate. Here is where the fun really starts. Already licking his wounds from the tree battle at home depot he starts to put on lights. I like to lay them all out, plug them in, test them, and string them together. It’s a process for me. He just wanted to put them on and started from the BOTTOM. What? No, no sorry have you ever decorated a tree? And 5 min later I’m crying, he has left slamming the door, and the tree is half lit with no decorations. I have to call and grovel about how horrible I am at sharing, and learning to incorporate someone else’s suggestions, and apologize. Eventually he returns and we make nice while hanging the ornaments, and I say nothing as he puts the heavy ones on flimsy branches because I have already learned my lesson for the day.

3. When I moved 3 years ago I told my parents it would have to be Christmas or Thanksgiving at home, but not both. Thus started the alternating holiday schedule. December of 2006 was supposed to be in Dallas, hello it had been the plan since the Christmas before. Only over the course of the year my grandmother died, my mom’s mom…and my brother and sister in law moved to Dallas…and my parents would be without any kids for the first Christmas ever, and without my Grandma. At the same time I was in a quandary because I had committed to spending Christmas with my boyfriends family. His family is divorced so the holiday really takes multiple meals and at least 2 days. I could see no good solution.
I know you are all yelling “MOM…hello go save your mom!” In my defense my boyfriend and I had just paid a million dollars to spend a week over Thanksgiving with them in Hawaii! I had just seen her 3 weeks before, and he and his family had sacrificed a holiday for them. So what do I do? After a sleepless night and a few phone calls, we invited my family to his for Christmas. Insane I know, and the reality of it didn’t hit me until we were sitting around the table at his grandparent’s house and I realized this was the first time they had ever met. ALL OF US. His family was thrilled, and loved the entire thing. My family was terrified, because we are all a little relationship phobic. But it happened, and no one died, or drank too much, or caused an injury. A success. Christmas was different for all of us, and it was still hard without my grandma, but at least we were all together.

I'm Back!

It’s been a while…a long while. I know. I am sorry.

Have you ever had those few months in your life when it feels like every day you are running around with your hair on fire? If not, feel blessed. I like slow, lazy, unplanned days. The last 6 months have been the opposite, but in mostly good ways. I last posted in November, the pre holiday posting season. So I will do one post for each month to get you all up to date. That is if I can remember what happened.

Me

How I got to Texas

I get asked all the time so I thought I would share the story.

I moved to Texas almost 3 years ago from California. A friend literally called me up one day and said “hey there is this job here in Dallas I think you would be perfect for…would you ever move?” Well I think most 27 year olds living in beautiful sunny San Diego CA, in a great job and 15 min from your best friend of 15 years and the beach would say “NO WAY!” But I am an oddity. I had been in SD for years, but it never really felt like home. Home is a hard feeling to explain, but you know it when you feel it. I knew it was never home, I just had no reason to leave. Until the call. So I snuck out of town one weekend to go visit a friend aka: interview in secret. I had never been to Texas and I stepped off the plan in hot, humid, summer 100 degree heat and thought to myself this is home. It’s a feeling I’ve never been able to really articulate, but it was home to me and I knew I was going to move even if I didn’t get this job.

I got the job, and then had to go back to paradise and tell everyone that I was moving halfway across the country, and they had 3 weeks to get used to it. Did I mention I lived near all my good friends, and my parents were just a 45 min southwest flight away? This move didn’t sit well, everyone thought I was crazy, that I would hate it, and was sure I would be back. But they helped me pack, and 3 weeks later I was here. Now the series of events in the 8 weeks after I arrived would have thrown others for a loop. If you call moving for a job at a dot com, that did bomb, and that I got my first and last pay check in the same month when they laid off 115 employees with a note on our desks one day, and no severance. Oh and the one friend that I knew in Dallas…yeah she was moving after the lay off back to California.

WTF? But did I pack up, knowing no one in this huge state and move back to my friends and family, already paid for lease, the beach, and let's not forget NORMAL weather? Of course not. I stayed, and I’m still here. I might have also spent an entire month after with my fellow laid off friends from the same company intoxicated but whatever…Here is home. Almost 3 years later, some of the people I met at that job I had for a few weeks are my closest friends. It's a story we all share, and we're all still here.

Hawiian Luau

The Hawaiian Luau. A must if one ever has a chance to visit an island. I think once is enough, but I have been to one on Maui, Kauai, and Oahu and I can assume it is much of the same on the other islands. You have the food, some good, some I will advise to pass on (poi…yuck). The hula and fire dancers, the tropical refreshments, and the crowd participation. I wish I had taken shameless pictures of the outfits I will mention, but I’m not sure those wearing them would appreciate the mocking.

It was a very nice Luau, the one I attended last week, and it was Thanksgiving…one of the Hyatt in Kauai’s biggest of the entire year with locals and tourists alike. I was there for the free mai tai’s, if you call $75 per person reasonable it was a good time. But I digress from the fashion show that kept me entertained most of the evening. It was literally the worst Hawaiian shirt contest, or dress for the women. Everything from neon, that’s right the color neon green that I thought disappeared and rightfully so with the 80’s was in full effect. You also had the entire families in the same pattern, grandparents, mom and dad, kids…all wearing the same tropical print. Throw in the Euros with the black sock and sandal combo added to the hula look and you see why I was amused, that and the mai tai effect could have made it more fascinating to me. Please don't catch that island fever. The one where you think all that print is suddenly "pretty" and wear it...only to return home, develop the pictures and say to yourself "what was I thinking?"

I’m no fan of crowd participation (flashback to most embarrassing moment in life) so when they start walking around and looking for people I recommend ducking, or taking a well timed trip to the bathroom. I was successful in avoiding having to go on stage, but I must give a shout out to one participant from the evening. No clue his name, but he was getting married the next day and all the friends and family were there as well. He was supposed to imitate this hula dance…poor guy couldn’t find the rhythm to save himself. So he decided to forgo the hula and start ghetto booty dancing between to dancers, then started jumping up and down waving his Hawaiian pom poms. They let him go on like this for the rest of the entire song! It was the most hilarious point in the evening. I was dying laughing, and not with the poor guy. I have a feeling that those darn mai tais contributed to his total confidence on stage, but the family had a video camrea, so lucky for him he can relive the moment anytime he wants to. If it were my family, probably several times you don't want to as well.

So here’s to you drunk groom at the luau on stage guy, thanks for making the show well worth the price of admission. Have I mentioned how much I love vacations?

Tiger and tipping...

Ok sorry it’s been a while but I have been absent for a good reason. VACATION!! Love those. I was in Hawaii, on the island of Kauai for a little over a week. While there we usually go to the Grand Slam to see the players etc at least one day. Well I am a non golfer, so this tournament has never been a must because I would rather be scuba diving of course. I think I would like more, except for a few small things:

1) No talking, just like in fishing. Lame. I mean if every other sport has to learn to adjust to crowd noise, golf should also. I don’t see how silence helps a ball roll near a hole.
2) Hand Eye coordination, of which I have none. Well I have no coordination but that’s another blog entirely. Given that one of my eyes is near sighted, and the other is far sighted (no I’m not kidding) my hand eye is totally lacking. So my ball goes everywhere if I even hit it and the divots are something to see.
3) Length of time to play. I think golf was developed by men as a way to disappear for hours at a time and be “unavailable”. I mean if you have a delay because of groups in front of you it can take well over 4 hours. 4 hours or more of hit the ball, walk to the ball, hit the ball, walk to the ball etc. This is why I love hockey faster paces and the possibility of bloodshed.

So this year the boyfriend went, and to say he is into golf would be an understatement. He of course wanted to go every day all day. I like to watch, but one day of walking the course for 5+ hours was enough. I don’t care how close I was to Tiger (5 feet) or that his hot wife Elian was walking the course in front of me. But I also am a celeb gossip addict so I had to hang in there in case anything was Perez worthy. The only news to report…Tigers trainer has bigger diamond earrings that any woman I have ever seen in person, his wife is more than gorgeous, and the only juicy tidbit is that they are cheap! The most famous athlete in the world DOES NOT believe in tipping. That’s right, several sources, and stories all over the island re confirmed this unfortunate issue. Example, a $3,800 spa service bill and $0 tip. Sad but true. I understand not wanting to be hounded or stalked, or even approached. But not to tip the people that massage your cheap ass is unbelievable. He is an amazing athlete and a beautiful golfer, but I think generosity is a skill that might need some fine tuning. Just a thought.

Now that's a hill!!

Many of you are familiar with the hills of San Francisco, but have you ever walked all the way up one? I would have to advise against it unless you frequently walk at an incline of 20% at the gym treadmill or hike Kilimanjaro on vacation. I say this because while on a weekend vacation my friend Jen who is training for a marathon in a few weeks didn’t want to get off her "schedule" to be on target. Being the pal that I am I agreed to run (and I use that term as loosely as possible) while we were all in San Francisco celebrating her birthday. We woke early to take on the City by the Bay. I quickly remembered that California, and this city in particular, were not flat like our lovely state of Texas. The saying here is "Everything's bigger in Texas". Perhaps usually that’s true (hair, jewelry, belly's) but what they call Hill Country I and other Californian's would call a speed bump. So Jen and I were a little unprepared for the hill that presented itself to us. Some might call it Hyde Street; we will call it What the hell were we thinking street, and as we started up I knew right away my idea was not genius as I had originally thought, but moronic. I was laughing and Jen was cursing me as we were literally hiking this hill, but we pressed forward. We did manage to make it to the top, but getting there wasn't pretty and on the way back down our muscles were noticeably shaking. I'm sure people thought I was some poor girl off her seizure medication, but no....it was from walking up a hill. Jen and I survived, but took the cable car the next time we felt like conquering the hills of the beautiful city. Please see above how Jen and I chose to celebrate, it was her birthday after all.

My dance moves are phenominal

I've heard some interesting pick up lines in my day but over the weekend there was one that I won't be forgetting soon. My girlfriends and I were enjoying a weekend away celebrating my friend Jen's 30th birthday (I mean 25th birthday). While there we went out for dinner followed by going to a club and dancing. Of course being 7 attractive ladies we did receive some male attention. As we were sitting at the bar a young man we will call Barney (think how I met your mother) approached my friend and announced "I've been waiting for you to come dance with me". She replied with a laugh and asked him his name....his response "my name doesn't matter because my dance moves are phenomenal". Seriously?? He backed up and demonstrated the moves, and I have to say they were seriously not phenomenal. But laughter and some Tokyo tea later we were all on the dance floor with him. I'll have to remember that one, because I happen to think my dance moves are phenomenal. I have attached a photo of "Barney" in his prime dancing mode...need I say more?

B is for Bailey and I'm a big sucker

I didn't always want a dog. I wasn't one of those kids that begged their parents for one, but we had family dogs that I would walks when I felt like it. Things changed when I became an adult, well actually things changed when I changed. They say when you have a traumatic experience there are 3 things that are natural therapy for your soul. 1) Being by the ocean 2) exercise and 3) getting an animal. In 2001 when I had a very traumatic experience that caused a crisis of self really I moved to San Diego (check off #1). With that amazing weather you can be outside every day of the year so exercise followed (check off #2) but the animal...I wasn't ready to love something at that time, or be loved unconditionally in return. My heart was too broken for that then.
5 years later, heart mended and a full recovery from the trauma leads me to now. Last February around my birthday someone I know found a small mutt wandering in her neighborhood. I took one look at this little mess and had to have him. His name is Kona and he is now the most spoiled 11lb poodle shi-tzu mix you will ever meet. My brother Robert likes to tell everyone Kona is a shit poo...funny guy my brother. So Kona and I have been cohabitating for a few months now and I adore him. Getting up at 5am to take him out, and finding the best groomer (the perky poodle) or vet has been a joy. I even bought a house so I could have him, and I like to call him the most expensive dog because of it. So who is Bailey you ask?
I was shopping this past weekend at a local mall and the Boxer Rescue Society was there with some adoptable dogs. The faces and stories are heartbreaking. I try to put on a front like I'm fine on my own, very practical and rarely emotional. That is a big sham folks, but those of you who know me already know that. I seem to be the only one slow on the uptake. So this beautiful 4 year old boxer named Bailey took one look at me and I was done. I walked around and thought about it for a few hours but of course took her home. It was a little impulsive and not well thought out, but who could say no?? My boyfriend shook his head in total disapproval because of course he thinks of all the things I don't (double the vet and boarding bills, will Kona like her etc). Every dog whisperer in America would tell you not to do it the way I did, and I know that. I of course forge ahead because she was meant for me.
Here we are 3 days later and our little family of 3 has some adjustment issues. One might have separation anxiety, and another might not want to share his toys but over all we're doing alright. I think with a little time andsome training classes we will be like every other functional/dysfunctional family. As I sit here now they are both sleeping soundly on the living room floor and I think life is pretty darn good. (check off #3)

I'm not in college anymore

Last weekend my college roommates Scott and Kerri, who happen to be married to each other, came to town for a visit. They live in Costa Rica so I rarely get to see them unless they are passing thru Dallas on one of their many travel adventures. As you can imagine we met and knew each other when life was simple and we majored in sleeping in. Kerri is this amazing fun little ball of energy and whenever she visits somehow I manage to get totally hammered. I'm not talking 2 glasses of wine at dinner feeling good, I'm talking 21st birthday falling out of a cab hammered. After a Kerri visit we say that it won’t happen again, but clearly we think we’re 21 all over again and it seems like a good idea.
Last time she came for a visit we decided running in the rain, getting soaked to the bone, and drinking warm white wine when we got home at 2am was a great idea. I don’t even like white wine let alone warm so you can see we were beyond help. I even left a voice mail for a friend of ours and said it was “Mary and Kegan”…um yes because in drinking language that is Kerri and Megan. I don't drink very often. I mean I don't have any issues...its just I'm finding with every birthday the recovery time is significantly longer than the year before. At this point one night takes the entire weekend, and I feel like a lazy looser....so I usually pass. But on the rare occasion that I put a few away my alter ego "party Meg" comes along as well. I have no idea who created the name but it has stuck. I become a walking party and invite everyone in on the fun with me. I sing in a bar, I dance with strangers, and am slightly obnoxious to a more sober individual.
My boyfriend is almost always sober for these events and has witnessed many things I'm sure he would like to forget. On this occasion however he became one of us. He earned a new nickname "Fiesta Chris". Well I should start by telling you he is a finance guy. Given that statement one could assume that he is very practical, big on planning ahead, always on time, conservative, and not prone to display of emotion. Some might say a bit of a "glass half empty" perspective of life. I on the other hand am the total opposite, but I digress.
So the college roommates came to town and the 4 of us went to dinner, had a few cocktails beforehand, had a few bottles of wine with dinner...at that point knew we needed a cab. Usually this is where sober Chris would say we were going home, but "Fiesta Chris" was ready to party, and we decided to oblige him. Where on earth in Dallas do you think 4 almost 30 year old intoxicated persons would end up...a type of club that shall remain nameless in case my parents or my pastor decide to ever use the world wide web and find me. (Odds are small but they do exist) but the club has dancers and you get the idea. So the bottles at dinner were followed at “the club” by rounds of shots, of what we have no idea. By the time we were ready to call it a night, the bar tab required Kerri's thumbprint. 4x to be exact. Now Sober Megan and Chris would never be here at this club, especially not together...but party Meg and fiesta Chris had a fantastic time. Fantastic until the morning, and we have never felt worse. The recovery did last most of the weekend for all of us, and I think the bruise on Kerri's ass from falling out of the Van cab leaving the club is healing quite nicely.
Note to self...college ended 8 years ago and usually I'm happy it did (so is my liver) but occasionally and for the special few...party Meg will make an appearance, but I have a feeling that was the first and last night of Fiesta Chris.

Panic at the disco folks

"Oh My God this can't be happening" I plopped down on the couch after a long happy hour and late dinner out and flipped on the Tivo. I was anxious to see the best show of all time; Greys Anatomy; that had been recorded earlier of course. What was life before Tivo? I can no longer remember. I stared at the menu list...NO GREYS! Panic sets in, I'm flipping thru the TV, text messaging people and calling all my girlfriends because I was sure I missed it but praying it was a rerun. WHY IS NO ONE ANSWERING?? How could my beloved Tivo skip the only night of TV I live for?

Now I am joking of course, I mean not watching TV won't literally kill me but I look forward to Greys from the minute the last episode ended. I don't refer to the actors by their real names but their screen names, and yes my girlfriends and I do talk about them and the show as if we know them all personally. We analyze their relationships as if they can hear us. We are disappointed in Burke for having anger management issues and saying terrible things about sweet George, and almost (gasp) hurting McDreamy!! I mean does he really think he's going to win a PR war with that?? Not happening. Anyway you can see why I would be so distressed. Finally it was my boyfriend who cleared it all up for me. He had been concerned that it would interfere with the World Series so he checked before meeting me at happy hour; he just forgot to tell me about it.

He thinks women’s obsession with a TV show is odd. He couldn't believe how upset every woman he knew was over the death of Denny who he liked to point out was a "fictional character", but than again he doesn't understand the joy that is Perez Hilton either. Guys, well straight guys just don't understand. I tell him it's like the Masters, or NBA Playoffs...it's important not to be missed or disturbed during events like that. I respect his 48 weekend hours of consecutive college and NFL games. My little piece of heaven is 1 hour, 1 hour a week! Men have events that take up months and hours on end. I have watched it all, I have oohed and ahhed at Tigers amazing year, or our embarrassing show at the Ryder cup. I have cheered on Lance and wanted to spit on the French officials, and I have even been in the room when he is watching the Texas Aggies...anyone that is a Longhorn understands why I almost throw up a little in my mouth while doing that.

In summary my panic at the disco was nothing more than the genius Tivo not re-recording an already aired episode. Disaster averted, whew. I will have to savor the new episode next week twice as much. I also learned that men just don't get it. So to the men I say don't try to stop it, because you can only hope to contain it. Unless you're Denny.

Me..a blogger...

Welcome to my blog! I'm totally new to this blog business and am terrified that I will disappoint. I am assuming that only people I know will read this and they have to love me, so all I have to say is...suck it!

My friends have been urging me to start one of these blog things, but these are the same people that told me my ass didn't look big in leggings so seriously...I'm not sure what I think of this. Lets start with a few things about me.

I am TERRIBLE with spelling and grammar. You would think that the years of high school and college would have fixed that, but like the song says...Its a hard habit to break :)

I love my friends and family, but not enough to save them from the funny things they do. No one will be safe from the blog, but names and places might be changed to spare excessive humiliation.

I am not a native of Dallas or Texas. So some may say I don't have the privilege of making fun of the stuff that goes on here, but I think its gives me an interesting point of view. Because really where else do you find mac and cheese listed under the veggies or people using the term "fixin to"?

I am the oldest child, and therefore bossy. I have tried to contain it, manage it but as the oldest sister...I am bossy and I can own it.

I am not graceful, in fact I'm so not graceful its a joke. I fall down regularly, spill on myself often, laugh in innappropriate situations, and tend to be brutally honest. All this but hopefully lovable as well. Stay tuned and we'll see how this blog thing goes.