Who's a big girl??

Embarrassing admissions time.

I used to not be able to swallow pills. Not even the nice gel-coated ones. I would gag and either have to opt for chewables (does anyone else think Baby Tylenol is delicious? Just me?), or suck it up and hope the pain/illness would go away on its own. Actually, in a last-ditch effort my dad DID buy me the Pill Masher (as seen on TV). That bad boy would crush up just about anything, and then my parents would hide the remnants in a spoonful of yogurt or peanut butter or something. (Um, isn't that how you get DOGS to take pills. Whatever. It worked.)

It also might come as no surprise that I still went to my pediatrician until like age 24. (Shout-out, Dr. Sue Hubbard.) So embarrassing, sitting in the waiting room over a college break and having to pretend like my CHILD was in the bathroom, since that would be the only logical reason for someone in their 20s to be in that office...not sure who to blame this on. We'll go with my mother. :)

But I am now proud to say that I can swallow pills and see an adult doctor. What a big girl.

Why are the cutest things the most impractical. (And I'm not talking about boys)

Almost bought myself a car over Thanksgiving. And yes, this was before I got home to a dead battery in my current car. My stepmom's father is selling his 1986 little red Alfa Romeo that only has 61,000 miles on it. It is seriously about the cutest thing I've ever seen. Brown leather seats. Stick shift. Cassette player. (Hey - I've been looking for a way to play all my old mixed tapes...) Literally no back seat. It is tiny. And nearly impossible to get the top back up by myself. And my hair was a disastro. (Which is my random lingo for a disaster.) But did I mention how cute it was?? I could use it as my "tooling around town" car. Not that I ever really tool around town. But maybe that's because I didn't have a car for it. Regardless, I was too afraid of what might happen to it if I drove it back to Texas, so it remains in Florida. But oh the cuteness.

thankful

things i'm thankful for: post-thanksgiving weekend edition

1. that my dad is a frequent flier: free bags both ways, plus priority access (and extra leg room in the exit row!)

2. that it was a free hbo/showtime/cinemax/encore weekend. watched so. many. movies.

3. cornbread dressing. which i made myself, thankyouverymuch.

4. the muppets. the movie was just "meh," but damn i still love those little guys.

5. that i only have to make it three more weeks before another vacation.

win-win

i'm in the exit row for my flight to florida. and apparently that means i get to check a bag for free. score. so i guess in exchange for potentially saving countless lives, i get to save $20. sounds like a fair trade to me!

This is what it's come to, apparently.

My grandmother and my mom are staying with me for a few days (in a one-bedroom apartment - good times), and the other night Nana was telling me she had a guy for me to meet. I started getting excited, since I'll be visiting them for Christmas in Colorado - hell-oooo, set-up! But my mom whispered, "he is imaginary." Well of course he is.

So apparently my love life is so pathetic that my poor 87-year-old grandmother has had to resort to creating a FICTIONAL man for me. But it doesn't stop there - she has put a lot of thought into this. Some highlights of "Steve Make-believe":

He went to UNC. But he was a senior when I was a freshman, so I didn't know him in school. (Convenient, Nana.)

He is a pediatrician, specializing in asthma. (?)

We will eventually marry and have twin boys. (This could actually happen, since I will be so old I'll be all hopped up on fertility drugs and will probably pop out multiples.)

So there you have it, folks. If anyone knows this guy, let me know. Nana wants me to meet him.

This site is hilarious.

http://fiverr.com/

It's people posting what they will do for $5. Everything from pretending to be an ex on social media sites for a week (?) to making a tough decision for you to my personal favorite, having someone dance for two minutes to a song of my choice while wearing a hot dog costume. For $5.

Thank you, Nincy, for bringing this into my life. I'll pay you $5 for it.

Doesn't bode well for my romantic future on reality television

Ali and Roberto of Bachelorette "fame" have broken up. It's almost as if finding love on television doesn't WORK! (Gasp)

And side bar: I'm forcing my mom and grandmother to watch Tough Love tonight so they can see what I'm walking into. Should be interesting. Or tragic.