Thursday, August 25, 2011

Thursday's Sweetest Thing

I heard U2's song "The Sweetest Thing" on the radio the other day, and I decided to start posting sweet things on Thursdays.  For my first post, I found a video of a baby laughing.  What's sweeter than hearing a baby laugh??


Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Dog Days of Summer

greg mankiss - dog days of summer
Greg Mankiss Dog Days of Summer

Today marks the 50th day of triple digit heat in the DFW metroplex.  To celebrate the Dog Days of Summer, I thought I'd share a few summer trivia facts:

1)  The name Dog Days comes from the ancient belief that Sirius, also called the Dog Star, in close proximity to the sun was responsible for the hot weather.


2)  The Eiffel tower grows six inches every year. In the summer the metal expands to make the tower grow, and in the winter the metal contracts to shrink the tower back down.

3 )  Alaska experiences an average of 19:11 hours of sunlight in the month of July.

4)  The average American eats around 5 1/2 gallons of ice cream a year. July is the National Ice Cream month because it is the month the most ice cream is sold.

5)  A cricket’s chirp frequency fluctuates with temperature. What does this mean? You can tell the temperature (in Fahrenheit) by counting the number of times a cricket chirps in 15 seconds. Just add 37 to whatever number you reach and BAM you have an approximate outside temp!

6)  According to the FBI, the total crime rate rises about 10 percent during the summer months.

7)  Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 holds the summer box office record for best opening weekend.

8)  The world's first rodeo was held in Pecos, Texas on July 4, 1883.

9)  Over 77 percent of all U.S. households own a barbecue grill and nearly half barbecue year round and use their grills five times a month.  The most popular holiday weekend for barbecuing is July 4th, followed by Labor Day and Memorial Day.

10)  Katy Perry's 2010 song California Gurls is the hottest summer song, beating out The Beach Boys, Don Henley, Bryan Adams, Nat King Cole, and Justin Timberlake, just to name a few.

Enjoy the rest of your summer.  Stay cool :)




Monday, August 8, 2011

Fetishes: Admitting it is the first step

Fetsh:  a material object regarded with superstitious or extravagant trust or reverence
In effort to move into the technology age and consider the environment, eleven months ago I gave up my paper planner.  Since then I have used an electronic calendar to keep track of the kids activities, doctor appointments, birthdays, anniversaries, etc.
Yesterday I took my son to Target to buy school supplies.  While there, I fell off the wagon and bought another paper planner.  The first thing I did when I got home was transfer papers that were awry in my purse (coupons, to do lists, gift cards, etc.) and fill up my calendar for the next two months.
For thirty minutes, I was in heaven.
I enjoy writing upcoming events into my planner.  I enjoy looking at it and planning out my days/weeks/months.  It calms me.  Gives me purpose. 
I keep my planner in my purse, so no matter where I am or what I’m doing - when I need to add an appointment or I think of something I need to do - I can reach in my purse and add it.  Sounds silly, but when you’re a wife and mother with a full time job and a side career, it can save the day.  For example, you don’t schedule your son’s check up on the same day as an important meeting at work.
It happens. 
My boss loves office supplies – pens, notebooks, etc.  I have a friend who loves shoes.  My husband loves cars. 
What’s your fetish?  How does it make you feel?

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Some Things Don't Change - And Some Things Do

I recently attended my twenty year high school reunion. I won’t get sidetracked by telling you how downright scary it is that twenty years has gone by. But seriously. It is.

As a small history lesson, I went to my senior prom solo. I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time, and I wanted to prove I didn’t need one to have fun. I don’t remember too much about that night, but I remember a two things. Number one, it was nice not worrying about whether or not a date was having a good time. Number two, I showed up wearing the same dress as another girl. Her date told me I looked better in the dress *grin*.

Fast forward ten years. I attended my ten year high school and had a great time. I attended that event solo, fresh off the divorce roller coaster.

Fast forward another *gulp* ten years. I attended my twenty year high school reunion solo. I am happily married, but my husband hated high school and wanted no part of a reunion, even if it wasn’t his. I couldn’t blame him.

Our reunion was located near West End in Downtown Dallas. I entered the venue’s address into my car’s GPS system and arrived to have the know-it-all GPS tell me that the location of my reunion was a piece of concrete beneath the highway called Woodall Rogers.

Since I was surrounded by highways, I figured the building couldn’t be too far away. I parked and asked a street vendor if she knew where the venue for my reunion was located. She pointed across the piece of concrete my car had identified as the venue to the other side of Woodall Rogers. In my nice black dress and new high heels, I walked two blocks across the concrete slab in one hundred degree heat.

No reunion venue in sight.

I stopped in the Hooters and asked the hostess if she knew where the venue was located. The young woman - cool behind her air conditioned hostess stand wearing her skimpy outfit - looked at me like I was crazy and said no.

I walked back across the two blocks. By then, I had blisters forming on my toes, and I was dripping with sweat.

I stopped and asked a wonderful man - I say wonderful because he said I didn’t look old enough to be attending a twenty year reunion and gave me an ice cold bottle of water for free - if he, by chance, knew where the venue was located. He didn’t, but he offered to walk with me to find it. We circled the block.

I will refrain from using any expletives to describe how my toes felt.

Finally, we found a man who knew where my mysterious venue was located. He pointed me across another parking lot, so I walked back to my car and drove to the building. Bingo.

I attended my high school reunion with badly blistered toes. Twenty years ago I would have been mortified by my late, lost, sweaty self. At this age I’m mature enough to know that my worth is so much more than what others think of me. This me didn’t care. There’s a wonderful freedom in that maturity.

I’d love to hear your reunion story. Had anything changed for you? What hadn’t?