In a year's time.

Here is a little curve ball for you all. I know that you think that I still have 3 more things to do (that I have never done before). Well....  I don't.

I have saved a number of things throughout the year. Thats right, they are stashed in my figurative back pocket. For this very moment. Yes, the time of year where I am too busy to fit in anything else and, frankly, too tired to care. Pretty tricky, huh?

I guess I just kinda thought that I would come up with something better, more exciting or dramatic. Well, time is basically up. So, for #18 and #19 I present seven, yes SEVEN, things that I had never done until this year.

In no particular order:

- I bought a Mac. A MacBook Pro or just MBP around here. I can no longer say, "I'm a PC." And yes, I am hooked. I now want an iPad. Bad.

- I rode a bike through a BMX park. I know that you are all disappointed that there is no photographic evidence, but it is hard to take a picture of yourself on a bike when you are, well, on a bike. Back in May when I tested my mad mom skills, I also got in on the fun. What I failed to tell you in that post was that Maxx let me borrow his bike and I tore up that track. Seriously. so. much. fun.

- I made it to Silver Medallion. All of the time spent breathing recycled air has finally paid off. That's right, Delta is giving me the recognition that I deserve. Granted I am still a peon when compared to the gold, platinum and diamond peeps. But I walked on that red carpet with pride. Well, not really.... but I do check bags for free.

- I met my blog stalker. I couldn't believe it. A stalker of my very own!  Anyone who has the guts to walk up to someone (me) and say, "Hey, this may sound crazy.... but do you have a blog? I totally read your blog. It is so nice to actually meet you. You are even prettier in person. And funny, gosh, you are just brilliantly funny." has my vote! (I may have embellished a bit. A lot was happening then, I can't remember exactly. Either way, Hi Blog Stalker!)

- I worked in the nursery. Babies, not plants. You may not know this about me, but I am completely awkward around babies. So far from a natural, they make me so nervous. So how exactly did I end up in the nursery at church one Sunday? Well, quite simply, they were desperate. They needed a moderately responsible, willing adult and guess who was sitting in the back row of the service and who could easily be grabbed to help and who happened to be "safe church" trained. Oh, that's right... this girl. So I spent 90 minutes one Sunday rocking babies, keeping them away from electrical outlets and wiping snot. Really, not much different that teaching in the college ministry. (joke. It was a joke.)

- I joined the Junior League. After resisting for years, my friend Rebekah finally twisted my arm. She is a very convincing gal. So now my life is full of meetings (as if it wasn't already.)

- I saw Ludacris in concert. Dressed as Ke$ha. I was dressed as Ke$ha. Not Luda. He was dressed as... Luda. It was halloween. No further explanation is needed.

Seven things. That is much better than two. And hopefully that will make up for me not riding the mechanical bull. I just couldn't do it. There were waaaay too many people watching.

No, I didn't meet him on Craigslist.

Well friends, I just got back home from a lovely weekend in Arkansas.  (No, your eyes do not deceive you. I really just said wrote Arkansas.) And while that technically could be #17 of 20, I will do you one better.

I went to see my sweet friend from college and her family, one of my favorite annual events. Nicole's husband, Justin, took a position this summer as the student pastor at a church in Jonesboro, so they made the move from North Carolina. They have two of the cutest kids I have ever seen. No, really... the cutest. Well, not long after they moved, Nicole told me about this guy that worked at their church. How he was sooo fun and sooo nice and she wanted us to meet. Well, she once said the same thing about her realtor in North Carolina (who I never met), so I didn't really think much of it. That is until Justin got in on it. Somehow between the two of them... they got us to meet.  This past Thursday. In Arkansas. So...

#17 of 20: Go on a blind date.

That's right. I went out with a guy that I had never seen before. Never talked to. No phone call, text, email, tweet. Nothing. We weren't even facebook friends.

He thinks I'm crazy. He has to.

So the first second time we met was at the church staff Christmas party. Where I was, you guessed it, his date. And we sat by, you guessed it, his boss. The first time we met was earlier that day during a very Gone with the Wind staircase moment in the church foyer. I can't make this stuff up. Anyone familiar with the dynamics of a church staff know what a stir we caused. Mild awkwardness aside, we had a good time and four of us (Nicole and Justin included) have some quality inside jokes.

Well, I guess I should be expecting a phone call from my mom any minute now....

Reason #271 why the French are crazy

So you have heard of this little book. If you hadn't before last fall, Julie and Julia surely clued you in. Ah yes, the scene were Julie falls asleep while making Julia Child's boeuf bourguignon comes to mind, doesn't it?

Well, there is a reason that she fell asleep. It is the world's most time consuming recipe ever. I mean EVER. That's right. If you want to make le boeuf, just plan on committing 5 hours and all of the pots, skillets, knives and slotted spoons in your kitchen to making it. You will also want to plan on having a nice chat with the butcher at Publix when you ask him for a 6 oz chunk of bacon. (gag). Then look forward to patting meat dry. Browning it. Simmering it and let it chill like this in your oven for 3.5- 4 hours while you fix mushrooms and onions. 20 onions to be exact.

And then plan on taking it out of the oven where you will have to remove the liquid from the solid and clean your casserole, only to put it all back in and let it simmer some more. Like so....

And then you serve it over potatoes or some nice egg noodles or something. And you pray that the onion smell will leave your house and your pores by Christmas.

And how do I know? Oh, that's right....

#16 of 20: Make Julia Child's $*%# Boeuf Bourguignon

Boom. Roasted.

I have leftovers. Come on over, help yourself. Ignore the lingering onion.

December, is that you?

It is freezing in Tallahassee. Absolutely freezing. Lights are strung around town. The parking lot at the mall is full to the brim. The mass of college students that days ago made it impossible to find a table at Panera have vanished. The always anticipated Marshall Christmas card has hit the mailbox. Football season is all but over and I am looking at a candy cane. Yet, I cannot seem to wrap my mind around the fact that it is Christmas time. All signs point to yes. But, it just doesn't seem real and I can't quite figure out why. If I were Lea Marshall, I would have some profound understanding of why. I would then tell you all about it on my blog, using lower case letters and alliteration. But, if I were Lea Marshall, I would rearrange my furniture just to host a dinner party. And well, I am way too busy organizing my Netflix queue to rearrange furniture, or to cook dinner, or to... blog.  (Yes, Eva, I know. It has been a while.)

With December sneaking up on me the way it did, I now have 21 days to do FIVE things that I have never done before.  Yikes.

Don't panic. (I have that part covered.) But with panic comes a plan. I have a plan. At least I think I do. And one of those FIVE things that I have never done before is in the oven. The oven in my kitchen. That was not a euphemism. I mean my non-stainless steel appliance. (Not that I love it any less. Ok... a little less. But hey.)

To be continued...

From Hannah to Miley and back to Meghan

For the past decade, I have been an absolute slave to the master that is my hair. College kicked off a desperate attempt to resist the inevitable. My baby blonde was fading fast. Highlighting quickly became a way of life. After all, I was Meghan "The cute little blonde". I had a rep. Had to live up. Well, early last fall, I let the girl who was doing my hair at the time (read: student at Aveda) go all over blonde. And many of you remember how horrific the  news anchor blonde was. Shockingly horrific. And since Aveda is like a bad boyfriend to me, I went back. To. the. same. girl.* for a fix. A fix that involved a lot of hair dye in a lovely chestnut color. So for the first time in my life, I was a brunette. I know you all remember Lea's reaction. No?  Well, let me remind you. "Hey, that is Meghan Greene't butt, but that isn't her hair!"  Yes. She not only thought those words, but said them out loud. So, here we are 12 months later, and I have done something that I have never done in my 20s. That's right.


#15 of 20: Go a year without coloring my hair. 


Here is a recent photo taken from the last game that Florida State won. My hair is pretty darn close to natural. It really is a nice low maintenance place to be.

* Yes, it is true. She even invited me to her baby shower. Customer of the year, that's me.

A little bit of awesome. With a side of shame.

I am almost embarrassed to admit this, but I think that it is best that you hear it from me. In the spirit of full disclosure, I had never been to Maclay Gardens. Gasp! I know. What kind of Tallahassean am I?  (The kind who hadn't been to Dorothy B. Oven until last Christmas- but thanks to Lea, we got that base covered.)

Last night this all changed. My Tallahassee social coordinator, Julia, put together a lovely little date for us. A picnic in the park, oh and there was live jazz. It was very romantic. (Note: there is nothing wrong with two friends going on a date. There is also nothing wrong with her boyfriend being there. Yes, I am a professional third wheel.)

And thanks to my sister, we had a super lovely wicker picnic basket. And thanks to Fresh Market it was filled with goodies. And thanks to Steve's phone, we could see once the sun set.

And thanks to Publix and their lovely BOGO items. Our signature wine made a special appearance. 

So there you have it. #14 of 20: Visit Maclay Gardens. Done and done.  (And will likely be done again.)

From Charlotte to Charlottesville

As previously mentioned, in the past two weeks, I have been on seven college campuses. Of those seven, it was my first visit ever to two of them.  (I just typed "tu-tu". I laughed. I am a nerd of epic proportions.) Of those two, one is of particular note. I have always wanted to visit the University of Virginia. Something about the Thomas Jefferson-Frances Eppes connection that I just find irresistible. (Again, nerd of epic proportions.)

#13 of 20: Visit UVA

I couldn't leave without snagging a pic of Tom Kat. I just couldn't let Julia down.

Oh, did I mention that I went with 52 college women. Well, I did. It was fun. They are fun. My job is fun.

And to boot, I ran into my college roommate on the side of the road in Charlottesville. It was the best surprise of 2010 by far. It was her son's first FSU game. He enjoyed every minute......

And the weather was delightful. It really was. I am such a sucker for good weather.

By the numbers

This is what the last 2 weeks have looked like for me...


Airplanes that I have been on: 10
Flights that have been delayed: 8
Times upgraded: 1
Times running through the airport in heels: 3
Times in Hartsfield Jackson: 3
Times in Charlotte Douglass: 4
Desk agents that complimented the aforementioned heels: 3
Cars rented: 2
Cars rented without a vanity mirror (which IMO is just stupid): 1
Nights I have spent in a hotel: 10
Hotel beds I have slept in: 5
College campuses visited: 7
Days in my office: 1
Times I had dinner with Nelly: 0
College roommates that I ran into unexpectedly in Charlottesville: 1
Times I went to Panera: 5
Hours spent on a bus: 13
Women on said bus: 54
Aspirin taken: 4


I need a nap.

Peppermint oil is my jam.

After having major surgery a mole removed this week, I decided that I needed a reward. Ok, so maybe my definition of major surgery is different from yours. But when a doctor puts a scalpel to your face and you handle it like a big girl, you deserve a treat.  Really, just  knowing that you will have a bandage on your FACE for a few weeks means you deserve a treat. So, Emily and I found ourselves at Aveda were we experienced....

#12 of 20:  A Massage.

That's right. I have never had a massage. I mean, I have had the friend rub your shoulders massage or the lady at the nail salon rubbing your feet massage. But, never have I had the whole lay on a table, breathe in the aromatic aromas, hour long, tour of bliss massage. Heaven, people. Absolute heaven. This may become a habit.

(Sorry Eva, I went with out you- but I will go again! Promise.)

I had nothing* to do with the making of this video.

How not to intercede from fbctlh on Vimeo.

*I may have had a little to do with it.

Something about a Rogue Sociologist

Every year August kicks me in the tail. Like some crazy whirlwind and I am left not knowing who I am or where I am. This year was no exception. Yet in the midst of the chaos, I received some fun news. Brace yourself for this people, it legitimizes me in my profession and, more importantly, it made the list.

#11 of 20: Got published.

Bam! Just like that, I am an author.  My high school English teacher is beyond proud. (I know this for a fact. She commented on my facebook status about it.)

Now before you start asking when the book signing at Borders will be, I must stop you. I wrote a lovely little book review of, well, a book that appeared in a professional journal. So, if you want to see my glorified book report on Gang Leader for a Day, grab your nearest copy of The Journal of College Orientation and Transition. And if you are looking for an interesting read, go grab yourself a copy of Sudhir Venkatesh's little treatise on gang life. 

Running out of time.

Someone buy me a new life.... *

Instead of blogging last week, I was...

Killing ants in my kitchen.

Watching water flow into my yard, compliments of a busted pipe, compliments of Brian.

Living without water in my house for 15 hours, compliments of Matthew.

Calling the City of Tallahassee.

Calling a plumber.

Throwing away an insane amount of dead yellow flowers, compliments of a wedding.

Killing ants in a bedroom.

Killing ants in the kitchen.

Afraid to go in the yard, compliments of the 3 foot snake.

Killing ants in another bedroom.

This is what I get for turning down the opportunity to live in a fancy schmancy guest house with stainless steel things and a pool and batting cages in a gated community. The kind of gated community that might cause Bravo to consider filming the Real Housewives of Tallahassee.

But, no, here I am. Keeping it real.

*Don't worry, I am actually completely satisfied with my life. But if you are interested, you could buy me some new fall boots. 

My sister got married last Saturday.

We did not. 

The stranger in my bed.

I am sooooo tired. A restless Saturday night has left me catching up on desperately chasing after lost sleep. Although, I will say, it might have been worth it. I can't believe I just said that. Because, all in all, it was absolutely terrible. And absolutely unplanned. Most definitely unplanned. But I did do something that I have have never done before. Thus, qualifying it to be on the list of 2010. I mean, how many people can say that they woke up with a scorpion in their bed?

Yes, your eyes did not deceive you.

#10 of 20: I got stung by a scorpion. In my bed.

And I am not just playing that whole fortune cookie "read your fortune out loud and follow it with 'in bed'" game. There actually was a scorpion in my bed. It stung me. That woke me up. I'm talking I went flying out of bed at 3am from the shock and the pain. And then I frantically shifted through my bed linens to find the little creature that was the source of my mind (and body) numbing pain. When I saw a scorpion lying on my duvet like it was no big deal, I nearly passed out. But nearly passing out is not enough to keep someone from grabbing a paper towel, grabbing the scorpion and flushing it down the toilet. So that is what I did. Had it not been 3am and had my hand and arm not been throbbing, I would have grabbed my camera and taken a picture of little Mr. Not welcome in my bed. I do have a blog, after all. But instead of taking a picture, I went with the whole flush down the toilet game plan and then I followed it up by googling "scorpion first aid". Turns out, all you can do it but ice on it and take an aspirin. So made a bag of ice and while I had my non-stung hand in the freezer, my mom (who is in town for my sister's wedding) cracks open the bedroom door* and then quickly closes it and goes back to bed. I started to cry. I was tired. In tremendous pain. I was sufficiently freaked out. AND my mom didn't love me enough to help. When she heard me crying, she came back to the living room. Her response to me telling her that I got stung by a scorpion was "There aren't scorpions in Florida."  Wrong. So wrong. There are indeed scorpions in Florida. There was one in my bed.

*She alleges that she thought someone was breaking in and when she saw that it was "just" me, she went back to bed.

Dobry Den

I know, I know. I am a bit late in posting. But in the epic battle of Meghan v. Jet Lag, jet lag won. Now that I feel like a relatively functioning human, here is a little update on the quest to complete 20 new things in 2010. My most recent addition:

#9 of 20: Check out what the fuss in Prague is all about.

And here are just a few things that I did in the Czech Republic. 

I taught this guy how to blow glass.

I went to Terezin. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. It still makes my heart hurt to think about it.

I ate gelato (a lot). I was on an endless quest for Nutella gelato. I failed.

I watched the World Cup. Here. Right in the middle of the Old Town Square.

I went to see Swan Lake. By myself. I am a really good date. I snapped a picture on my way. (Had to prove I was in Prague.)

This also proves that I was there. Just a little view from a castle. NBD.

And for the record, I still have not lived down the fact that while we were in the Tallahassee airport, I said, "I am so hot, I can't wait to get to Europe."  I was definitely referring to the scorching temps. Others thought I meant that my pilates class has been paying off....

Those dog days of summer....

As you likely know, I am halfway through completing #9 of 20. There will be a full report on that when I get back. But to hold you over, here is a little series dedicated to my dear friends Julia and Angie. It is just a little something that I like to call "The Dogs of Prague".

Just a hint.

I am staying here.

Well, in this city, not that castle. But if they happen to have a room, I may be making alternate plans....

Too hot too handle. Yes, I just said that.

Check out that temp. That is just wrong. I have to get out of Florida. The heat is driving me crazy. For the safety of those around me, I am going to bounce. Expect a full report on where I've been when I get back.

It's that time again.

Well, I can't guarantee that there will be much blogging around these parts this week. We are busy. It is time for the most awesome annual summer camp in the whole wide world. That's right people. It is time for Camp Greene.

Breakfast for dinner is the only way to go. As are chocolate chip pancakes. Dinner is even better when the camper makes it. Don't worry, there was moderate adult supervision.

   

See, this looks supervised.  

        

All of those pancakes made one tired camper. Or laughing camper. Maybe that was the chai latte. Yes, chai lattes are standard at Camp Greene. What did you expect from the Greene Girls? We are bigger fans of resorts than camps. 

Well, while we are busy over here, you can catch this camper's mom as she blogs from the road. With a bus full of teenagers. Pray for her and them. And read what they are up to. 

I have 50 days.

To find a date to my sister's wedding.

I think that it is time to resurrect the dateplication. That's right. I said it.

A few year's ago, my friend Stacey developed a screening process for my potential suitors. It is simple really, I just need a bit of information before I decide to meet you for coffee, dinner, trip to St. Lucia or in this case my sister's wedding...  It really is in your best interest and mine.

So, if you are interested in being my plus one, please forward the following...

• Resume.
• A reference letter from your current employer or other confirmation of employment.
• A reference letter from your pastor.
• College transcript.
• Health Records.
• Confirmation that you have a savings account. With savings.
• Top three restaurants.
• 10 randomly selected songs from your iTunes playlist.
• List of sports played.
• List of sports watched.
• List of current magazine subscriptions.
• A twitteresque statement (140 characters or less) of why you want to wear a tie that matches my dress on July 24th.

See, simple. And clearly the most important thing on the list is your personal statement. The winner of this challenge will be revealed at First Baptist Church. On a Saturday. In July. 

We are the Champions

Blog a Day in May has reached the end. So here a a finale, albeit not so grand....

For your enjoyment a lovely slew of links to the songs that were featured as post titles for the month of May: 

What is Love

What’s Love Got To Do With It

Airplanes

One Day

The Sign

Just a Spoon Full of Sugar

FSU Fight Song

Tik Tok (I refuse to put a link to that song)

Telephone

I Will Buy You a New Life

Why Georgia

It Must Have Been Love 

You Found Me

I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing

Drop It Like It’s Hot

Winner

I’m A Survivor

Confessions/ Dirty Little Secret

Forever Young Yes, I went with the Jay-Z version.

Forever Young

Here is the actual text from a recent conversation that I had with my dad. Yes. I talk to my dad on gchat. He is cool, except that he still sometimes uses the greeting “wassssup!” That aside, here is what my dad thinks about my needs wants.

me: guess what I got?!

dad: a new car?

me: no

dad: a boyfriend?

me: no

dad: a new watch?

me: no

dad: I don't know what else you wanted because you already have your Macbook

How do you like it?

Oh, he knows me so well. It is a shame that I don't know him better. His birthday is this weekend. I think it is the 30th. (I always forget. It is either the 29th, the 30th or the 31st.) I will just have to call him every day and make some reference to it being his "birthday weekend". And I gave him is birthday present when he was in town last weekend. See, I am smart. This would be a crafty plan if he didn't read my blog. But he does, so I am busted. 

Not much I can do now except remind him that will age there are benefits. AARP has an entire list of them. He is eligible for nearly all of them. 

Happy Birthday, Dad! Expect a few phone calls from me this weekend. 

Confessions

Alternate title: Dirty Little Secret(s)

Here are a few things you probably don’t know about me. Of course, these are things that I really should never admit. I am aware of that. So, I figured this was a safe space to confess. The three of you who read my blog are now sworn to secrecy. So here goes… The Meghan Greene tell all. TMZ will be all over this....

1. I started drinking coffee in college. By reheating my roommate’s when she had left for class. Gross. I know. But sometimes I still reheat coffee.

2. When I visit your house, there is a good chance that I am redecorating it in my head. Just trying to imagine if my couch would fit in your living room.

3. I applied eye shadow with my finger until grad school. There is nothing more that I can say about that. It was basically my last leap to womanhood. Oh the difference a brush makes.

4. For dinner last night, I had corn and a scone.

5. In 2006, I bought Nick Lachey’s cd. Even worse, I wrote it on my to-do list. Lea Marshall found that list. She occasionally threatens to out me. (Too late Lea, I just did it myself.)

6. I hate cleaning the bathtub. I mean, major hate.

7. Sometimes I go to movies by myself.

8. I once fractured my wrist playing kickball. Kickball, people.

9. I have a really good sense of direction. So good that I have, on occasion, pretended not to know where we were to protect a man's pride.

10. I have a girl crush on Eva Baxter. I want to be her.

I know, that is one juicy list. Remember, you signed a pact not to tell. Oh, you didn't? Whoops.

I'm a survivor

Because yesterday's post just wasn't enough. Here are more pictures from Warrior Dash.Yes. That is a mound of shoes. Mine ended up in it. They were all donated. (And cleaned.)
Oh, just some people running on tires.
Oh, just some people running through a lake.
Oh, just someone's dog running the course. (They caught him before he leapt the hurdles.)

Yes, Emily took a "bath" in the lake. Everyone did.

Yes, that guy ran in a red gown.
Yes, those guys are wearing safety vests. I think they were saying "Caution. We are wearing orangey tighties."

Yes, I am pretty sure that there is nothing left for me to say about that.

Winner

Raise your hand if this weekend you....

1. Visited Blair and Holly.

2. Stopped at Caribou Coffee (and QuikTrip).

3. Wore a hot pink tank top.

4. Saw a bride and his bridesmaids.

5. Crawled through mud.

6. Ran through a lake.

7. Climbed over cars.

8. Rolled over walls.

9. Leapt over fire.

10. Got a viking hat.

My hand is raised. And so is Emily's. (Cause I know she reads my blog and I know she did all those things.)

I officially added something else to the list of things that I have never done before. In this year long series, I bring you:

#8 of 20: Become a Warrior.

Before:
After:
During:

Ok. So that guy isn't us. But we did run through that. It is really hard to get an action shot of yourself. Cut us some slack here. But, you can get an action shot in the car, wearing viking helmets.

Yes, you are looking at two winners.

Drop It Like It's Hot

So, Piperlime came out with their top 10 for summer. I can completely support a number of things on this list. Wedges. Check. Nautical. Classic. Punchy Dresses. Oh yes. But Denim leggings? Really? In the summer? Let us all review a few things. I live in Florida. In Tallahassee. While I love Tallahassee (I really do), let's face it. I essentially live in the armpit of Florida. There is zero breeze and this joker gets hot fast. There is nothing less desirable to me than getting into my car (with that black leather interior) in late July wearing denim. And not just any denim, but denim that clings to my thighs. I can guarantee. This trend just isn't going to happen.

A special thanks to Angie (my most fashion forward friend) for sharing the sentiment.

I don't wanna miss a thing

I also don't wanna* blog. So I won't.

Whoops. I think I just did. *&@#^@! This blog tricked me.

*I also don't say wanna. It is not in my vernacular.

You Found Me

So, Jane Buckingham was right. Foursquare has definitely taken off. My news feed and twitters updates are now stacked with who has just check in at Momo's pizza and who is the mayor of Starbucks (ahem. Jeff Latimer). I miss the days of cleverly crafted status updates....

If I actually had the ability to create a social media game, it would be a lot like foursquare. With a twist. I mean, who wants play fourquare when you can play tether ball. On the playground, you never know if the ball is going to the left or to the right. Well, did I just check in at Target or Starbucks? Or the Starbucks in Target? This local social media game would really keep you on your toes. It would be the game of say one thing and do the other. Or do what you actually said. It would definitely take the challenge of stalking to a greater level.

It is a good thing that I don't have the capability to create such a thing...or the time...

It must have been love...

I do not even care if it is May. This just absolutely made my day.


As I walked into the office kitchen and saw that delightful little package, I thought... "Perfect. Just simply, perfect." I just love the flavor of the day.

See, doesn't it look perfect.

Why Georgia

Here are some things that you will find in Georgia:

1. Pecan Shops

2. The original Chick-Fil-A

3. This:

4. Tripp and Tyler
5. This condo. You know you want it.

6. Holly and Blair

7. Me (and Emily) at Warrior Dash. On Sunday. Expect a full report on Monday.

I Will Buy You a New Life*

So a friend of mine is moving from Atlanta to Portland this weekend. She sent this video to entice a visit. It worked. I want to go. Bad. I can just picture her life. Full of coffee, sustainability, bike rides, hikes and I just know that she will become best friends with Donald Miller.

But, no. I am stuck here. I think Tallahassee runs at a slower pace. At least according to this video. I added the border to make it seem cooler. Did it work?

*Clarification. I am not a super huge Everclear fan. But they are from Portland So there ya go.

Telephone

Weird. I did the same thing in my living room last night.

Tik Tok

Things I don't like:

1. Milk at a percentage higher than skim.

2. Standing in line.

3. Playing team sports.

4. Ke$ha

5. Cleaning the bathtub.

6. Starbucks drip coffee.

7. Feeling bloated.

8. Carnations.

9. Math.

10. Split ends.

Fight Song

Well, after a near non-post yesterday. I am going to be super vigilant in getting this one up. But first, thank you to Thomas Lee for appreciating the inner geek in me last night. When I learned that the post from yesterday morning didn't exactly post, I hit panic mode. "Quick. Thomas, do you have your ipad I need to post my blog." "Yes, but we don't have wifi here. Use my iphone.." Thomas, I think I love you.

I had to drive over to Jacksonville for work yesterday and I am still living out of a suitcase. And I am running out of clothing options and I have learned that I am not really a fan of king sized beds. I just don't know what to do with all that space. But, I did get to hang out in the same room as one, Tommy Wright. Granted, he was in this room about 7 months before I was. Details. Details. Confused? probably.

Well, logistics aside, I just needed an excuse to play this video. Enjoy this Seminole great.

Just a spoonful of sugar

For Mother's Day Weekend, I did a little role playing. Lea and Millie skipped town for the lights of NYC and Adam just happened to have a business trip in China or Korea or both. So that left Maxx and Rosie all alone. Well, all alone with....ME!

Here is what I learned from a weekend with the Marshall kids....

Reasons I would fail as a mom:

1. Rosie and I watched 20 minutes of Maxx's soccer game...until we realized that he wasn't on that team.

2. I may have accidentally taken a nap that lasted 2 hours, give or take. Supervision is SO overrated. I really like naps.

3. The whole monkey milkshake debacle of 2008.

4. I suggest things like this.

Reasons I would rock as a mom:

1. I went to church 3 times on Sunday. Twice without make-up.

2. I didn't actually let them watch Taken.

2. Two Words: BMX park.

I did make her wear a helmet and sunscreen. Go me.

The Sign

Now that you have Ace of Base in your head... Check this out...


I walk past this sign everyday. And everyday it confuses me. It is located in an area of campus where students in the Film School shoot scenes for their....you guessed it, films. First, it says no parking. I get that, it makes sense to me. (Although there is rarely a day when there isn't a car parked there....but that doesn't really affect me.) The part that doesn't make sense in my little head is the "Do Not Discard Boxes or Trash In This Area". I am not sure which that means....

Is it?

a. If you have a box or trash and you want to put them somewhere... this is NOT the place to put them.

or

b. If you see boxes or trash in the area, you had better leave them there. As in "do not remove items from this area."

It hurts my brain just about every morning.