Do You Know Me?

Hello, lovies. It is that time of year when 98% of the people around complain about but secretly love... Valentine's Day is inching towards us so I thought I'd smother you all with some sappy, lovey-dovey smutz to read about the hubbins and myself. (I certainly won't be offended if any of you love-haters out there stop reading at this point.)


You know those games that pretty much every bride plays at her bridal shower where you ask the groom questions about himself and/or the couples' relationship? Yeah, well, we didn't play games at my shower... we just got down to business... food and gifts! haha I thought this would be a good time to answer some questions that I know have been burning inside all your little hearts...(This lil' quiz wasn't given to Nathan to fill out about me... I took the liberty of doing this all by my big-girl self...) Enjoy, cupids!


1) What day did you first meet? Where?
- This is tough. We knew each other when we were in high school when I was dating one of Nathan's friends. However, we weren't friends outside of that (in fact, as I recall, I wasn't a big fan of Nathan's at all). I would say we really connected when we were out at a bar the same night then I saw him again the next day (I must admit that I wasn't feeling/looking so hot the following AM thanks to my ol' pal, tequila). Not much came outta that meeting until he found me on... drum roll... MySpace... using the time-tested pick up line of "Why didn't you tell me you were single?!" Ah, thanks, Tom, for opening to door to my marriage.


2) Where was your first date?
- Our first official date was Nashville. I made the 7-hour solo car trip down to Fort Campbell where he was stationed and met up with him there. Before we headed for Nashville, we stopped for some fine dining at the always classy Taco Bell (yes, I paid for my own cheesy gordita crunch and cherry Pepsi.) For the next two days, it was just he and I living it up on Broadway and at the zoo. This was a month after we spent every single night on the phone with each other for about 2 hours and every day was spent texting each other. The joys of modern technology! I wonder how people courted before cell phones and computers?! Messenger pigeons?! Probably...

Dancing on our first date. Love him already!

3) Where was your first kiss?
- This is easy... There was a psych-out-almost-kiss in the cab ride to a bar in Nashville on night one. I was ladylike and held off on the smoochin' until we got to the bar. Haha Our first kiss was at a bar called Full Moon Saloon in Nashville. The band was playing a song we both were into called, "Always Late". I'd be pretty happy if I could remember the name of the band but the memory of the kiss will have to do.


4) Who said 'I love you' first?
- This is highly debated in our household. There was a time when I had a voice recording of one of our phone conversations (granted, he may have been a few Keystones deep) where Nathan muttered, "I love you!" about three times! Even though I had evidence of this, he denied/denies it to the core. If we don't count the drunken slur, I'll have to admit that it was me who said it first. It was in January of 2009 when I was, again, visiting Nathan on post at Campbell. Nothing super romantic, no candles or music... Just he and I lying next to each other after watching a movie. I had known for months that I loved him but was scared to tell him. I was just coming out of a serious relationship when we first started talking and I knew that he would be deploying for Iraq that summer. I was trying not to set myself up for heartbreak, but there was no way to deny my feelings any longer. :) I loved this man and he needed to hear it!


5) What is your most commonly used phrase?
- Hrmm... I'm gonna say, "Hey, babe?" Although we have tons of goofy little sayings (I'll spare you the deets on that), this is probably what we use the most. It's good for so many different situations. "Hey, babe? Will you grab my drink?" "Hey, babe? What sounds good for supper?" "Hey, babe? Does my butt look big in this?" (the answer to that is always no.) And, my favorite, "Hey, babe? I love you!" <3

6) If you were ordering drinks for both of you, what would you get?
- Depends on the day. If we are just out for dinner, and I know he wouldn't want anything with alcohol in it, I'm gonna say water... no need for a lemon wedge. I'd get a diet soda... Coke or Pepsi depending on location.
- If we were out to get our drink on and I know he's in the mood for beer, there's so much more that goes into that. Is it a dark beer night? A lager night? Or a get drunk cheap night? In order, they'd go Guiness, Yeungling, and Bud Light (PBR if they have it... I said cheap, right?) I'm in the same boat on this... depends on the type of mood I'm in. Usually a Yeungling Light or Michelobe Ultra will do.
- If he's getting crazy and wants some liquor, and my dad is around, Crown and Seven... If we're at, say, an open bar wedding reception, he'll be drinking Captain and Coke. I'm having Captain and Sprite.


7) If you could throw out one piece of each others clothing, what would it be?
- He'd throw out my zip-up Tri-Delta jacket. It's from college, I never wear it, and it has a hole in the arm pit but I just can't make myself get rid of it. It has a special place in my heart... and in the back of my closet.
- I'd definitely get rid of his high school red sweater with the boring navy blue stripe across the front. In fact, he just wore it yesterday and I kept my mouth shut... that's how much I love him!


8) Do you have a song?
- Yes! :) Ever heard a little ditty by Rod Stewart called, "You're in my Heart"? Well, the chorus of it is pretty special and makes me smile whenever I hear it. Plus, it makes me think of us dancing together in Trav's apartment when we were first dating. Good memory there.

Walking to Trav's... with Trav.

9) Who hogs the bed covers?
- Nathan. He knows it, too. It was so bad that we now sleep with two separate blankets. He sleeps with a fleece blanket and I use our actual comforter. Problem. Solved. It doesn't help that the kid flips and jumps in his sleep causing him to tug harder at the blankets. It took some time to get used to but I think we're both getting full night's sleep these days.

There's really no reason for this picture but I think it captures our best qualities!

10) What's your favorite quality about each other?
- He'd say "My favorite thing about Bethany is that I can't pick just one favorite thing about her." I'm positive that this would be his answer because he's actually answered this question before.
- I'd say that my favorite thing about him is a combination of personality traits; he's the most patient man ever... he makes me laugh at the most perfect times... and he loves me unconditionally.

Love of my life.

I really hope you enjoyed reading about me as much as I enjoyed talking about myself... Spread the love!

She Works Hard for the Money

*Footnote

And it goes a little sumthin' like this...

Why am I so weird and start my posts with ridiculous nonsense like that?!

It's cold and rainy and another glorious day in the great state of OH-10. The hubs and I have been in a lil' bit of a funk lately and we've both, on separate occasions, pointed our fingers at the nasty weather we've been stuck in all winter. (FYI, I would take snow over rain any day!)

To cheer us up a little tonight, and to shut up my sweet tooth that has been OOC the last week or two, I suggested we go get some ice cream. We jumped in NJC's truck and headed to the always-delicious ColdStone Creamery. After ordering we sat down to enjoy our 300+ calorie bowls of guilt.

Uhm... Love it Cake Batter Batter with Whipped Cream? Yuh.

In the midst of inhaling this, I noticed that the 4 employees there were well under the age of 20. I'm gonna say that the manager was, hrmm, 18? The other three were probably high school sophomores... which made me think, "Not a bad first job... Tee shirts, jeans, tennis shoes, being required to put no effort into doing your hair because it had to be in a ponytail and visor, and ice cream." My husband chimed in, "Wouldn't it be nice to work in a place where customers were always in a good mood? No one ever goes to get ice cream and is like, 'You're such a bitch! Let's go get ice cream!'" Good point. Actually, this probably wouldn't be a bad job at any point in your life... Unless, of course, you're trying to pay bills and other adult things.

My first job? I was a 'produce clerk' at our local grocery store, Pick'N'Save... or as I fondly called it, Pick'N'Slave... (Not a funny thing to joke about, espesh on MLK jr day... geesh, I'm awful!) My tasks included cutting up and packaging fruits and veggies, stocking the floor and our cooler, flirting with my assistant manager who was 21 when I was 16 (creepy now that I think about it but he totally flirted back!), mopping up customer's disgusting spills and muddy footprints and, my favorite, rummaging through our stock to find all the rotten produce (then taking said rotten produce and underhand pitching it to creepy assistant manager and watch him smash it against the wall using a broomstick). What did I learn from this job? Being a young girl totally had its benefits when trying to change my schedule, grocery store produce departments probably aren't as clean as you'd like to think they are, and kumquats are a real food.

What does that even mean!?

After my two-year stint at the PNS (haha... think about that one), I moved on in the world and became a server at the country club in town. This job was fun. I worked with my best friend, was able to eat some pretty delish gourmet food, and made some bomb tips! (Too bad I didn't listen to my dad and put some of that money into my savings!) Pretty typical serving job; memorized the menu, put on a pretty all-too-often fake smile for the guests, and wore a tuxedo shirt and bowtie. Lessons at the good ol' Willow Bend Country Club? A smile and acknowledging people as "Mr/Mrs." can really pad the tip, not all prime rib tastes as good as Chef Jerry's, and the gossip really is juicier in da club.

I had a couple little gigs between here and my next semi-long-term job. I was a temp at a factory in town and then I was pulled back into the wonderful world of food service at Lonestar Steakhouse. Now there was a fun job! Free Coors and a bunch of college kids runnin' the show! Throw in the tips and more bomb-ass food and it was heaven for a poor 20 year old! I worked at LensCrafters for about a year and although that was a boring job with a group of much much older people, I was able to save my parents tons of mullah on glasses and eye exams!

Sweet free glasses from Lenscrafters.

After I realized that drinking, boys, and college don't all mesh well together, I moved back in with my parents after three years away. It was at this point that I (kinda) got serious about jobs and education. I was able to land a job as a nurses' aide at a nursing home while going to school for my RN degree. This, my friends, was the most rewarding and educational job. It taught me patience, basic nursing skills and, most importantly, how to treat people... my co-workers, patients, and families with respect. I was able to carry these lessons into my career that has become my passion. (There is a huge appreciation for my nurses' aides each day and I feel I would take them for granted had I not been in their shoes at one time.) I would never trade the experience I've had being a hospice nurse. I find myself maturing and learning so much about myself and others every single day I work. Most helpful tip I've ever received? "Treat every patient and family as if they are yours... your father, sister, spouse." Try it. I bet you'll be able to relate and connect with people you come into contact with every day...Best.Job.Ever.

STNA days at the Nursing Home! (With muh gurl, Jade.)

Nursing School graduation :)

All things considered, I've been pretty lucky with my experiences in the working world. I think each job, even though I didn't take most of them seriously, has taught me at least one valuable lesson I've been able to drag along with me as I continue on in my J.O.B... and for that, I'm thankful.

*Holy long blog! My apologies. Also of note, "Working for the Weekend"  has been going through my head the entire time I've been writing this which is weird because I work every other weekend so that doesn't really apply to me... Hmm...

(I ain't) Missing You...

Ever have one of those mornings s/p [nurse talk for "status post"] drinking when you wake up, not knowing where you are and try to piece the night back together? You and your pals are all like, "What did we do last night? How did we get home? Did we go to Waffle House!?" Well, I've had one of those nights *cough* a time or two *cough* and I'm gonna go ahead and say that that's how I felt when I logged back on to update this lil' ol' blog. What all happened while I was gone? What should I type-vomit onto this page first? How do I apologize for all of the {embarrassing things I did/said} lack of incredibly interesting thoughts shared via the web? And, most importantly, DID any of you go to Waffle House since I've been MIA?!

I guess the last time I posted was before our trip to Arizona... Well, obvi that has come and gone and, yes, we had an amazing time. How sweet of you to ask! Gorgeous weather, great friends, and Mexican food out tha wazzooo! (Maybe a night or two like the one stated in the opening paragraph...)

Us with our hosts at Gillian's in Scottsdale, AZ :)

After that all-too-short vacay, we were able to make it back to our hometown for some Christmas spent with family and friends. I'm not sure if y'all are the same way or not, but I can't help but get excited about Christmas celebrations. When I was little, I remember sharing a room with one of my sisters. Every night we would talk and talk and talk until we couldn't keep our eyes open any longer. (Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure it was just me talking and her saying, "Uh huh..." every once in a while.) Each Christmas Eve, it was totally different. It was silent. We would try to hear Santa's sleigh or reindeer on our roof. My mom would always put a candle in our window that would make exaggerated shadows on our walls and ceiling. I remember not being able to fall asleep, filled with excitement and anticipation, and I would stare at the shadows. Fast forward 15+ years and add my husband, subtract my sister, and I'm in the same situation. Again, there was a candle in the window of my youth and I was unable to fall asleep. Only this time, instead of a Santa-gift filled Christmas morning, I was super excited to spend time with my parents, sisters, brothers-in-law, and nephews. As I've grown older, I look forward to family time sooo much! (It helps that my family is anything but boring and there is literally never a dull moment when we're together!) Anyway... enough on that. Nathan and I's second Christmas as hubbins/wifey was incredible. Also, my immediate family was able to capture a picture of all of us together for the first time since Nathan and I have been dating.

Presh.

This is what you're more likely to see around us...

What else? Oh, that's right... the husband got himself a Harley... Yes, as in a motorcycle. As much as I tried to persuade him not to get one, I couldn't stop him. Apparently I needed to start intervening with his plans when he was about 12 years old. I guess you can't stop a man from his dreams. At any rate, it was a great deal and, as much as it pains me to say, it really is a gorgeous bike and I'm excited to ride it a time or two...

I guess it's okay.

My rebuttle to the cycle? Naturally, an adorable puppy! I've been begging Nathan to get another dog for as long as we've been married. And, what's a better reason than counteracting the purchase of a motorcycle?!? After an extensive twenty seven minutes of research, I had my heart set on a little cockapoo. Skip forward to 9pm s/p (haha, putting this to use) 12 hours of work and prior to another 12 hour shift, we welcomed the newest member to our little family... Ladies and gents, meet Baby Enzo!

The littlest canine love of my life!

And so, folks, now you're up to date on the goings on in my life... Mayhaps I'll do a better job of keeping up with this... but, let's be honest, I don't see daily posts in my future. Espesh with a new bebe in muh life!

Ciao, loves!

By the Time I Get to Arizona...

Next week, the hubbins and I will be packin' our bags and leaving on a jet plane for the warmth of the Arizona sun! Now that it is December, we've had our first snow, and I'm officially over winter, this lil' vacay will be just perf. The best man from our wedding and his perty lady will be playing host to us for five days. I can't wait to dive into what they have planned! So far, it sounds like we'll be doing a little daytime bicycle bar crawl, hiking, and stuffing ourselves with delicious grub.

It seems like whenever we take trips, we have the same routine [more so me than Nathan].

- We make plans to get our pup to my parents' house (Chloe gets to vacation at her favorite place with her BFF while we are gone. She loves spending time with my parents' presh little Pomeranian, Mya).

Chloe and Mya nappin' together... Besties!

- I find out what the plans are so I can pack accordingly.

- I stand in my closet looking at possible options for attire and become sorely disappointed.

- I go shopping to get new clothes/accessories that meet my requirements.

- Nathan and I argue about the following things:

      * He says: We can fit all of our stuff in one suitcase.

         I say: We can fit all of our toiletries in one suitcase. There's no way in h-e-double hockey sticks that all of our clothes, shoes, and miscellaneous items could be crammed in one bag... and IF it was possible to get all our shizz in one bag, it would far surpass the weight limit... and then, we'd be those people who took up everyone else's time in the luggage line just to become super frustrated because we now have to pay extra for them to load our excessively packed luggage. Here is when I'd be blowing steam outta my ears; not only do we have to pay an additional fee, but my clothes that could be packed loosely into my own bag are now jammed in with Nathan's clothes and will be extra-wrinkly upon arrival... Not a happy traveler.

Unhappy traveler becomes a little happier with an adult beverage en route.

      * He says: Do you REALLY need to pack all those clothes/shoes?!

         I say: Of course! (Let's be honest, at this point, why even argue? You know I'm gonna bring all of this stuff... in my own suitcase.) 

              -- His argument: We are only going to be there for 5 days. You should only need to pack 5 shirts, 5 pants/shorts/skirts, 6 pairs of undergarments, and MAX, 3 pairs of shoes.

              -- My rebuttle: What if the weather is nothing like I've packed for? What if the restaurants we go to are all fancy and I only pack casual clothes (or vice versa)? What if I'm not in the mood to wear what I packed? There are many more "what if" situations, but I think you get the idea.

     * He says: We should plan to arrive at the airport at [insert time within one hour of our flight allowing zero time for unplanned events and a Starbucks stop].

        I say: We should plan on getting to the airport at least an hour and a half before our flight.

              There have been many-a-time where I've said to my dear husband, "Nathan, we should leave [early] to make sure that we get there in time/beat the traffic/get a decent parking spot" only to have him somehow talk me into taking off at his "perfect" time. When this happens, we are either late/stuck in traffic/parking a ridiculous distance from our destination/or all of the above. When this happens, you can only imagine my irritation which leads to snippy, "I told you so"-toned repetitive remarks while we are rushing to whatever event we set out for... which therefore irritates Nathan. Allow me to remind you that I would not be such a grumpbucket if we only would have left at my suggested time... crisis averted.

        * I say: We need to clean the house before we leave.

           He says: Why do we need to clean the house? We aren't going to be here and neither is anyone else.

                 We all know that vacations are supposed to be fun and relaxing and stress free. Most of the time, when we get back from any time away from home, we are both too exhausted to even think about cleaning when we get home. And I can only imagine what it would smell like in here if the garbage wasn't taken out or the dishwasher wasn't ran and the laundry was all bundled up in a ball in the corner of our bedroom... Yikes!

Although there are some things that need to happen before we even hit the road, we always have a good time on our trips and great memories are made... Here's a little glimpse of a few of our trips. Enjoy!

Riverboat for our 1 year anniversary :)

Newport,KY

Chicago. :)

Getting tired of us yet? Me neither! ;)

Gatlinburg, TN for Valentine's weekend
(Our *1st* getaway together!)

Pittsburgh for a DMB concert.

And my favorite vacation of all, Cruise to the Bahamas for our honeymoon! I love this picture!!

Perfect. <3 

Pump Up the Jam

Lemme say, oh-so-sorry for the lack'o'blogging lately. And, secondly, I've had a glass or two of wine so, don't get your hopes up for an epic post...

I was at the gym today, ya know, gettin' my swoll on, and I had noticed that every single other person there at the same time as myself had a set of headphones on, hooked up to their MP3 players, DiscMans, and WalkMans... Okay, that was a pathetic attempt at a joke, only one person there had a DiscMan... We all know how bad they skip when you're mid-minute-sesh of jump rope. ;) Anyway, as I was man-handling some iron, I couldn't help but wonder what was damaging the ears of those around me.

Was the 50-something year old, spandex wearin', ab-crunchin' man I saw in the reflection of the mirror listening to some VanHalen or was he jamming out to some Spice Girls?! I mean, I wouldn't judge him if "Wannabe" was his song of choice. And, you, lady with the overly-inflated-boob job and tight Nike "DryFit" gear on, are you the type to listen to some death metal or are you all "Katy Perry, Teenage Dream" up in there?! Actually, I don't need the answer to that... I already know.... Death metal, right?!.

I'm not one to judge, rather, just curious. For instance, as an Ohio native, I'm partial to The Ohio State University Buckeyes, and, more-so, Buckeyes football. Yesterday, as many of you know, was the one rivalry we look forward to all year: OSU v. M*ch*gan. I was put in a tough spot when I came to the realization that THE game was on at the same time that I had planned my workout to take place. No worries, I had a plan. At the gym, I listened to the radio broadcast of the game on my iTunes app, TuneIn Radio (no, I am not sponsored by them, nor are they paying me to mention them). In my head, I was thinking that many people assumed I was listening to a standard collection of music. I almost felt proud that I was listening to the game because, who'da'thunk'it?! And that's when I thought, "I wonder what THEY'RE listening to?!"

At any rate, in case any of you are curious what I'm getting jiggy wit at the gym (on an average day), here are my top workout tunes: Enjoy! (Also, download them... promise they'll getcha goin'![Ally!])

Bass Down Low- DEV (featuring The Cataracs) [For real, worth the iTunes purchase]
 <-- Tell me how cute she is?!
Callin' Baton Rouge- Garth Brooks
Dancin' with Myself- Billy Idol
The Distance- Cake
E.T.- Katy Perry (featuring Kanye West)
Feel Like Makin' Love- Bad Company
Fight the Power- Public Enemy
Fight for Your Right- Beastie Boys
Guitars, Cadillacs- Dwight Yoakam
I Wrote the Book- Beth Ditto (Get it now... thank me later!)

{Heart break, and then some... Tell me, where is a friend when you need one?

Before you take a second look, remember I wrote every trick in the book.}

Love You Madly- Cake
Machine Head- Bush
More than a Feeling- Boston
Never There- Cake
No Sleep 'til Brooklyn- Beastie Boys (I'm sensing a trend here...)
Nugget- Cake (VERY explicit) <-- I mean, "The F-word" is a main staple in the chorus!
On and On- Mac Miller (Don't judge me if I mouth/sing the entire song while I'm mid-workout.)
Promises- Nero (Another must-download)
Rocket Man- Elton John (Frolic-ers, you know why...)
Rodeo- Garth Brooks
Sabotage- You guessed it, Beastie Boys
Short Skirt, Long Jacket- Cake
Suite Judy Blue Eyes- Crosby, Stills and Nash (My warm-up-on-the-treadmill-to-keep-pace-tune!)
Top of the World- The Cataracs (featuring Dev... a must-have) So what if I have a girl-crush?!
Voodoo Chile- Jimi Hendrix (my 'if I was a pro baseball player, this intro would be my walk-up-to-the-plate' song)...

And there you have it, alphabetically listed for all y'alls. I understand that it's pretty random but, I am random, as well... So, go on, pump the jams, pump 'em up

November Rain

I'm pretty sure that if you're reading this, you know that I'm an RN. If you didn't know that, well, I'm an RN. I also live in southwest Ohio. Some years in Ohio, come mid-November, we've experienced plenty of snow storms... And other years, such as this one, we've been stuck in cold rain. I dunnah if ya feel me on this one or not, but I hate few things more than a ring of cold, slowly-creeping-up-my-leg, dirty water around my pant legs. What makes this worse, as a nurse, I wear clogs to work... Yes, I said it. I wear clogs... Backless, rubber shoes. But I PROMISE they're not Crocs or "Mocks" nor do they have holes in the tops. I'm not gonna say they are the prettiest accessory in my arsenal, but they're in my life because they're easy... like most of my friends (bah-duh-dom!) What makes them suck this time of year is that they allow said dirty, cold water to get on my pant legs and... *gasp*... all up in my socks! Pshh! As if going to work this morning for another stellar shift wasn't bad enough, I now had to deal with my scrubs AND socks slopping around my legs, makin' me look a fool. Whatevs... Life goes on... wait, I work at Hospice... but that's another blog (that I'll hopefully never get into detail about).

So, here I am, driving to work with sopping pants and cold toes when I drive through The University of Dayton's campus. Let me paint this picture for you: It's 0730, roughly 40 degrees (Fahrenheit), and pouring down huge pellets of wet misery...you'll never guess what I saw. There was a whole slew of students WALKING to what I can only assume was class... in the rain! As I sat at a red light, or what I thought was red which must have secretly turned to green, swiftly brought to my attention by the GFS delivery truck behind me, I found myself baffled by these students.

Once upon a time, I was, myself, a college student. First of all, I can assure you that after my first quarter of school, I scheduled NO classes prior to 10am. Uh, hello? Alarm? No.Thank.You. Naturally, I assume these are all freshmen... hah, losers. And secondly, why were they going to class in the rain?! And that was what I thought about the rest of my drive to work.

Were classes still held when it rained? Was I the only college student that didn't venture out if there was >40% chance of precipitation (of any kind)? And most importantly, why isn't that an option in the professional world? Remember college when you didn't HAVE to go to class? When your "bosses" were your professors who couldn't make you do anything because "I'm paying you!"? When you could make your own schedule and skipping out half-way through the class wasn't unacceptable? Or, my favorite (sorry, ma!) when St.Patrick's Day was the most popular holiday and showing up to class with an early-afternoon buzz was the norm?

And there's my answer to my "most important" question; Could you imagine if we all lived like the college student myself and most of my college pals were... set in our professional capacities? Hungover, mal-nourished, disheveled, poorly hygienic at times... Oh, that paints a beautiful picture. I guess what I'm saying is that my drive to work this morning, miserable as it seemed, made me realize that we need to grow up, to be a little mature and accept life and the responsibilities it brings... some just choose to do it earlier than others... maybe by scheduling (willingly) college courses (and most importantly, attending them) before breakfast is over in the Park's Tower dining room. But, watch out college kiddos, life'll creep up on ya... Sleep in while you can... Hit snooze (six times)... Day drink until you... well, until it's night!... Eat Fruit Loops and Taco Bell until your stomach can't take it anymore... Ya know, nothing lasts forever... Even cold November rain.

Feels Like the First Time

So, lemme just start this whole "adventure" by disclosing that I am, by no means, a creative, witty, or charming writer. However, I do have a bunch of random thoughts swirling around in my head that I think others might enjoy reading about... and, although Facebook and Twitter are out there to spill some of said thoughts out on, I feel like updating my status or tweets more than 2-3 times a day would be a bit much. I mean, come on, we all have friends that do that and, if you're anything like me, you may find it hard not to harshly judge them for their incessant life updates when you're face-to-face with them. And, don't even get me started on people who play games on the 'book and their "all time record setting" score for Bouncy Ball Central clutters up the schtuff that I really care about... like creeping on people's drunken pictures from the weekend or ever-changing relationship statuses. YaDig?

Another point of note, I have no plans for this blog. I have some blogs that I check in on every now and again that have specific themes: cooking, make-up or hair tricks, all about their pets... I would never be able to pick one thing to blog about. I think that's why I felt the urge to begin this in the first place. I have so stinkin' much random shizz just boiling in my head that I wanted to get out. If I felt obligated to the swarming fans (that are bound to be addicted to this blog) to post about only one thing, I feel like I would severely disappoint them... and myself. I mean, I think that's one of my favorite personality traits; I'm random. Damn it, I'm random and I'm proud! (In my head, when I pictured myself standing up in a room with an 'AA'-esque setting and proclaiming myself 'random' and the crowd cheering me on, that statement seemed much cooler.)

Any-hoos-it... Today is my first attempt of blogging. I just hope I can keep up with this better than I did feeding my Beta fish, Bella, in college...