I didnt really do anything to celebrate Memorial Day. In all my years of working retail I never though of Memorial Day of being a day of sales. My mom disagreed and said we need to hit the mall (I had an exchange so why not? They have GAP there). When driving up to a pretty empty parking lot my point was proven. Sale day my foot. We did exchanging and I scored (read: mom paid) a pair of jeans (at last!). We also decided to head over to Kohl’s to see their “sale” and we knew for a fact, if nothing else, my red dishes were on sale, yet again. I got a few bowls to add to my collection and while at the check out we passed a Madagascar display full of stuffed lions. I didnt think anything of it till my mom said “it looks like the have a hippo”. That my friends is really where this adventure begins.

After walking back to customer service, them calling the stockroom to confirm, they were out of hippos. Sad. But wait there is one other Kohl’s near by! Nope, they are out of them too. “The hippo seems pretty popular” the sales girl says to me as if thats suppost to bring me some sort of comfort. If you didnt already know, I kinda have a hippo fetish. Its not bad, and please, dont get me a hippo salt and pepper shaker for Christmas. I dont collect everything and anything hippo, I have lines drawn. I really dont have that many hippos ether. But Gloria from Madagascar (no I havnt seen it) was just too cute for words. So what do I do? Call Jason. He was no where near a Kohl’s and it was getting late in North Carolina so I let it rest, until I got home.

I got on Kohl’s website to search where nearest to Jason there is a Kohl. There where two! I call the first one, they also are sold out of hippos. I was getting very discouraged. What evil polt made it all the way to North Carolina to rob me of my hippo happiness? I call the other Kohl’s, they transfer me up front and the young man at the front says

Sales Guy: “Yes, we have the hippo.”
Me: “Oh great, would you please put it on hold?”
SG: “Yes ma’am I can do that. Whats your name?”
Me: “Actually, my boyfriend, Jason Windsor will be picking it up. Around 6 tomorrow.”
SG: “Alright it will be here. And the other 40 of them here up front.”
Me: “Thank you!”

I hang up and call Jason

Jason: “Hello?”
Me: “Tomorrow by 6pm you need to go to the Kohl’s on Bridford Pkwy. They have the hippo on hold under your name.”
Jason: “Is this how you greet everyone now?”

Id like to point out that I never asked Jason if he would do this for me before I called Kohl’s. He could of said no, being he has other errands to run after work today than to go pick up Gloria the Hippo at Kohl’s. But he is a sweet boyfriend and did it just to bring me hippo happiness. So today I remind him (as he asked) to pick up the hippo. When he gets to Kohl’s:

Jason: “So where is the hippo?”
Me: “The display is up front. The one with your name on it is in the back in customer service.”
Jason: “In the back?”
Me: “Yes”
Jason: “Alright I will call you back.”

Couple moments later

Jason: “I hope your happy.”
Me: “You got the hippo?!”
Jason: “I got the hippo.”
Me: “Yay!”
Jason: “And everyone is talking about me wondering who this Jason is and why he has a hippo on hold even though they have a ton up front.”
Me: “Oh really?”
Jason: “Yeah. She said to me ‘You don’t have to lie, I know it’s for you’ ‘Yes, I will be cuddling with it all night tonight.”
Me: “Well will you?”
Jason: “Maybe.”

Ladies and gentleman, I have the best boyfriend ever.

I realized the other day how small my shopping world was. Im a GAP girl by nature, but lately I have been venturing else where. You all know of my new love of Kohl’s. When someone mentioned that she found cute jeans at JC Penny I went to see if this was really true. I think every jeans everywhere hate me. I will spare you yet another jean rant, but its true. But I did find a cute new shirt and some work shirts. I realized in JC Penny that I dont tend to wonder too far from the GAP type stores. Old Navy is another favorite. But yet I adore Kate Spade, Coach, and things of that nature. Mind you, I dont make big bucks (dont let the name Starbucks fool you) so my taste doesnt allow me to every empty my bank account on one outfit (as fun as that would be). Ive been cruising eBay lately for name brand things. When did I turn into a name brand type girl? I was in Ross the other day seeing if they had my red dishes for cheap when I happened to pass by the shoe section. A cute pair of Steve Maddens screamed my name. I answered their call and put my feet in them. Too big. I carried them around with me while shopping, knowing I wouldnt buy them, I just wanted them. I thought, why do I want these? They dont fit. The name, I liked the name on them. Jason asked the other day if he got my a purse every year for my birthday if Id be happy. Visions of Kate Spade danced in my head. Yes, Id be a very happy girl. Does that make me shallow?

While enjoying my slightly sweeten with toffee nut soy steamer, Im going to share with you all something I found while cleaning out my desk yesterday. I found a lot of things Im amazing that I kept from high school (high school Alisa was dork, Im gonna ahead and just get that out there). But this gem tops them all I think.

Christian Pick Up Lines!

1. “Nice bible.” (said with a little eye brow raised)
2. God told me to come talk to you.
3. The word says “Give drink to those who are thirsty, and feed the hungry.” How about dinner Friday?
4. You dont have an accountability partner? Me neither!
5. You want to come over and watch the 10 Commandments tonight? (After reading these to Jason he said to update that with “Passion of th Christ”)
6. Is it a sin that you stole my heart?
7. Would you know of a Christian women I could love with all my heart and wait on hand and foot?
8. Nice bracelet. What would Jesus date. I mean do.
9. Have you ever tried praying at a movie before?
10. Excuse me, I believe one of your ribs belongs to me. (My personal favorite. lol.)
11. My friend told me to come met you, he said that you are a really nice person. I think you know him. Jesus, yeah thats his name.
12. You know, they say that you have never really dated until you have dated a Christian.
13. I just dont called to celibacy.
14. You know, Im really into relationship evangelism.
15. What do you think Paul meant when he said ‘Greet everyone with a holy kiss’?

Use them wisely.

“You can stir your coffee with a stick, but you can not drive a stick.” ~Rory Gilmore

Its midnight and I just finished watching the Rob and Amber wedding (please still be my friend). Ive watch a total of one Survivor shows in my life, so I am no fan of thier work ther (but I did see them get engaged). But I did get a little attached to them because I am a fan of the Amazing Race. Not that I wanted them to win, mainly because they already won a reality show, let someone else win. That and I didnt like Rob’s way of playing the game. It wasnt very nice, but of course it was fun to have a little drama around. Maybe they are used to it since I dont know what part of their relationship hasnt been filmed on TV, but Id hate to live with so many cameras. Thats probably the thing that scares me the most about wanting to go on the Amazing Race, no privacy. But so yeah, the wedding was, not what I tend to think of when I think of a beach wedding! Im still in search in how much it actually cost.

Im more of an Amber fan. Most guys would agree with me on that one Im sure. Shes real likable in an all-American girl type of way. I was longing for long hair again while she swayed hers back and forth taunting me all night long tonight. She can write a pretty good marriage vow. Now Rob, points for being cute and decorating the house but I still think it looked a little too much like a bachelor pad. Black, black and more black. His friends are true buddies to basically get assigned to paint and decorate a house. Bet you they had help. I know, shows little faith I have in male decorating but it looked way too good to be just their creative minds at work. Maybe Z-Gallerie came and helped out since Rob spend a pretty penny at their store.

I swear I dont want much reality TV. Really, all I watch is Amazing Race. So why does this couple have me sucked into watching their wedding? Probably because its a wedding and Im a girl. I think they are a cute couple, how they interact with one another. They seem a good balance to me. So between the likability between the two of them and it being a big old fancy wedding, I stay up past my bedtime to watch. Yes, I am a silly girl.

While driving home this afternoon my mom got a little road rage. I dont know if you could even call it rage, but she has a reputation for this sort of thing. Her first words were “You stupid jerk”. She had picked that up from driving around with my Grandma often as a child who does have road rage. So maybe its a family trait I should be aware of. We were at a stop light with a driver in front of us who was combing his hair. I dont think anything of this people do many things at a stop light. Her and I were even having a conversation. When that light turned green and he didnt step to it right away and my mom says:

“Youre beautiful, lets move it!”

I love my mom, she makes me laugh, a lot.

I dont know if I ever worked at a place where everyone didnt tell each other everything. And honestly, I didnt think people would talk about me. I dont think that interesting to bring enough drama to be talked about. Well, apparently I was wrong! I was minding my own business while reading “Bird by Bird” the other day on my break when my coworker came into the back as she wrapped up her day. She said to me that she had heard I was a writer. I have never claimed this about myself to anyone so I was confused at first by the statement. I realize that I was reading a book about writing, but I dont think that was it. I ask her who had told her that, then before she could answer I said another coworkers name whom I remember telling about me meeting with one my favorite authors who encouraged me that I had a voice. She told me it wasnt him. I pressed (as always). She said she wasnt going to tell me because I was too interested. I dont see how thats fair, but fine. I asked how that came about in conversation and said that this person and her were talking about what everyone should do to get out of the Starbucks hole (shes not so much of a fan of the corptet coffee shop but it pays the bills) and it was suggest I quite and write lots and lots of book. I laughed at the thought and remembered in “Blue Like Jazz”, Don Miller talks about now writers only earn a dollar. I told her that and said Starbucks would actually be a good job to have and write. She seemed to have thought that she had caught in admitting I was a writer. Again, I do not claim to be one at all. We talked about writing and what I like to write about, and somehow I explained the concept of a blog. So now she has the address (hi Meghan) and told me she enjoyed my writing. Not that my blog is my best work, most of the time I dont proof read anything I write and yall know I spell wrong all the time. She also encouraged me to write some things for a local magazine called “The Reader” that takes stories about things around San Diego. I had never thought to do such a thing, when I do write, its really just for fun. Deeper still, could I take all that involves putting my writing out there like that? Along with the good, of course, comes the bad. So I dont know if I will do it or not but its been really sweet to hear such encouraging words about something I never really thought I was good at.

I went with some friends from work yesterday to see the new Star Wars movie. I was excited for this one after hearing Lucus redeems himself from the last. But when I saw Jar-Jar in the last moment of this movie I said “Somebody lightsaber him!” Oh hes annoying. Reading Kari’s post about Revenge of the Sith I felt the same at every point she made. A few people told me Id like this one because theres more of a love story in it. Uh, I have no interest in this love story at all.

Kari said it better than I could: “I never understood why Padme fell for his whiny butt.” I personally would of gone for Oie-Wan, but thats just me.

After all the scene there they kill all of the Jedi’s, I composed myself (no crying at Star Wars movie!) I thought “Alright, I need to go home and watch “Return of the Jedi” so I can be happy again!” It was such a sad sad moment. But, the theater all clapped for Yoda when he laid the smack down. That was fun. I was surprised that they didnt clap when the Star Wars intro music started playing. That happened both times when seeing the first two.

My friend and I were sitting there watching the fight scenes and going “Okay he lives so I need to get unattached to the other guy.” “Yoda has to live so how does he get out of this one?” “Ohhhh they both live but one gets really messed up, how is THAT going to come about?” tee hee. The boys that went with us made fun of me when really “bad” fighting (killing and almost killing) happened because I would cover my eyes.

I had to go to bed shortly after the movie so I didnt want bad dreams. Sue me! A lot of people say there were too many lightsaber fighting. I didnt think there was, maybe because when I think Star Wars, I think lightsaber. Id take lightsaber fighting over the high pitch shooting noise during the flying flights.

So maybe I will make it a mission to watch the first three now in sections (another busy week it looks like). I havnt watch them all in years it seems so it would probably be good to acquaint myself with them. I wonder if the actors who played Luke, Lily and all the other first Star War movies went and saw this last one with real clear picture of “thats me as a baby” or “thats my parents”. Okay probably not, but, its a thought.

R2 was AWESOME in the movie, or maybe Im just partial because hes always been my favorite. But come on, he has the most laughable parts in this movie which was highly needed to relief the sadness that it was.

Fair warning, as is the title, there will be spoilers for this book. Hard to write what one would call a review without doing so.

When I picked up Kristin’s first book “What a Girl Wants” I admit, it was for the cute, Lily Pulitzer inspired cover.

But once I started reading it, I had found what I wished the Christian market would have carried for years. A real, related able character! And I’ll admit it was mainly that Ashley Stockingdale (the books heroine) had the sass you don’t find in Christian fiction. She mocked a little at the Christian culture, especially singles group. And especially, engineers. You don’t hear about good Christian girls having ill feelings towards a size two young girl. Books tend to gives their characters the “way a Christian should respond” which isn’t real. It was during my single season that I feel in love with Ashley. Over the books I have found myself growing, as Ashley has, moving from single to a dating relationship and working on my walk. Just like Ashley, with coffee in my hand and God’s word in the other.

I get asked a lot when talking about Kristin Billerbeck’s (if youre just tuning in, shes the author) books, what chic-lit is. “Chick lit” is a slightly uncomplimentary term used to denote popular fiction written for and marketed to young women, especially single young women in their 20s, working in the business world. It was spurred on (if not exactly created) in the mid-1990s by the appearance of Helen Fielding’s Bridget Jones’s Diary, Melissa Banks’s The Girl’s Guide to Hunting and Fishing, and The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin and Nicola Krause.

That’s a pretty safe definition. Another way to look at it is that Jane Austin has been called the Queen of chick-lit. Some may think that’s absurd but I think its accurate.

Ashley’s tale starts with her planning her wedding with her fiancé’s sister, Emily; the southern bell from hell. I had read a little about what to expect in this book and Kristin had said at one point she was unsure of Ashley would get married in the end. *Gasp* a Christian book with a romantic story line not ending in marriage? That’s unheard of, especially for a character like Ashley who wants to get married. It was nice to get to know Kevin’s (the fiancé, Hugh Jackman on a good day look a like) family and his relationship with Ashley. All we get of him in the last book is that he accepts Ashley, the screwed up mess that is Ashley and her shopping fetish. I especially enjoy the little bit where Ashley threatens a barista at a local coffee shop that she will go to Starbucks if he doesn’t give her more espresso and he calls her on her empty corporate threat. I was sad to see so little of her best friend, Brea. She does have two young children and those type of mom’s tend to disappear in our lives time to time but I liked Brea. She was Ashley’s voice of reason for a lot of things (though she was anti Seth and I didn’t like her for that).

“With This Ring, Im Confused” takes you on an adventure of dealing with in-laws who want everything accept your option on things. Dealing with hardship that come with close friends, this time Ashley’s room mate, Kay. Ashley has people telling her not to marry Kevin. Her ex comes to work at her company (that made me laugh). I was wondering all the time if they would end up at the alter (kind of like I did with “Shopaholic Ties the Knot”). Kristin said that she likes romantic endings but she has to be true to Ashley and she may not get married. Real spoiler: Im really glad Ashley is married. Im glad its not to Seth to whom I originally wanted her to marry and whom she dated in her second book “Shes Out of Control”.

All and all, I like that Ashley is married. I wish some of the sub plot lines would continue. I missed Brea very much in this book, she was in it very little. I want to know if Kay continues to date a non-Christian. Arin and Seth got married because she got knocked up. Yeah quite a few dark endings to a lot of the stories but you know what, they are real endings. As Christians we don’t want our friends to end up on a bad road but it happens doesn’t it? So staying true to the realness that is any of Kristin’s books, darkness kinda has to be there. Also, her romantic writing background sung through on this ending and Ashley’s swoony moments over Kevin. Not too mushy at all, it was just perfect for me. I am sad to see Ashley’s story end but it wouldn’t be chick-lit if we went on to read about her raising kids dressed in Lily and Ashley with a Coach bag. I look forward to the Spa Girls, but that leaves summer wide open.

Well, that was a delightful trip. I thought with the fullness that was my weekend Id be tired and more than ready to return home. I was even entertaining the idea of staying a couple more days as to watch the season finale of Gilmore Girls with Kari and friends.

I wish I knew how to capture well all the events that took place in my life this weekend. Sadly, quick run downs is all I’m usually able to spit out from the tiredness that a trip brings about. Despite the Sara Groves title, this post should be read with James Taylor’s “Carolina In My Mind”, its just to perfect of a song not to.

When visiting Greensboro I am always torn between wanting to spend time with Jason and seeing friends I call my own in a city that I do not. Spending time with Jason is so important because unlike a typical relationship, we don’t get to see each other often enough. Unlike I was told “You are always seeing him!” before I left. Both of us agreed this trip was a very nice balance of spending time with others and alone time. We havnt had the clearest communication recently so it was great to be in each others company and thoroughly enjoy it.

It was wonderful to spend time with Kari, again alone and with others. She helps make the idea of maybe moving to NC someday a comforting one. Not that I expect to see her a lot, being in different towns and busy lives we lead and all. But to know I have someone already here is very comforting. Meeting some of her family and a friend was again comforting because I liked them and felt like I went over well with them (maybe I didn’t, but Im hoping so). I maybe forming myself a little community without even knowing it. Plus, I have to beat Mike in the Diet Coke drinking challenge. I just have to. And moving there would give me that chance much more often.

I was able to met some special people to Jason that I had heard tons about. A couple who has the cutest baby with the sweetest blue eyes you’ll ever see at his show on Sunday. And also his Grandparents in a little town called Burlington. That probably was the sweetest times for me, talking with his Grandparents. They made me feel welcome despite the uncomfortableness of me being horrible at small talk and not knowing enough of a common thread to keep a conversation going with them. But then we found a passion for missions that had us talking and not wanting to leave. Jason also drove me by the house where he lived as a small boy. I wanted him to get out and let me take his picture in front of it but he wouldn’t have any of that. When he was living here, out in the country (Burlington is pretty country to me) and I was living in a beach town in a condo 2 blocks from the beach. What different lives we lead.

The rest of the weekend was a blur. Important but still a blur. With GravyCon (a meeting of GravyBoaders at Chili’s) and spending too little time with other side of the table. Late night Krispy Kreme run and sticky bubbles with Kate. A Songs of Water show in the sticky weather that threaten rain. Visiting Westover beyond the youth room doors. Having lunch on high stools with Stuart and listening to cussing music. Enjoying a cute movie at a new theater with Jace on a real date. I didn’t take nearly enough photographs, and it didn’t last.

I don’t think I do well with afternoon flights. That or they simply don’t like me. Having too much time on my hands in the morning allows me to somehow screw up getting to the airport on time or forgetting something. Having an early morning flight everything has to be done and packed the night before, no time for panic like today. Even so, I made it to the airport in plenty of time.

Luggage was not an issue this time around. I love the fact that Southwest has a self check in. Maybe I was destined to be a checker. I find those self-check outs at stores the greatest thing. As I do as I’m passing the sea of people waiting to check in. That and I can print my boarding pass from home. I gave the nice man working the Southwest counter Rosetta (Rosette has to stay home. Yes, I named my new laugge which I haven’t shared about. Dish and luggage in a short period of time. What on earth is going on here.) and on my way I went to Gate 5.

I fly often, I know the drill with the security check. Have your ID with your ticket out for them to check. Place bags flat in the bins, take off shoes (or travel in Reefs which is always what I do, then you don’t have to take them off), make sure nothing metal is on you and walk through the hollow doorway that scans you. What I did not know is that when traveling with a lap top that the lap top needs to be out of the bag. So when they told me this and then called “Bag check!” I got a little nervous. A lady took me over to the side to do this bag check. The bag is cute, well patted, which makes the fit snug. I tired to help her but she got rather stern with me that I wasn’t allowed to help. She said it like I should of known. If I didn’t know to take the lap top out how would I know I wasn’t allowed to assist her in taking out my laptop? It passed on my way I went learning a very valuable lesson which I resent all of you who have traveled with a laptop before and not telling me such a vial piece of information.

After that whole incident I went to my gate and sat down. Got myself a box of chocolate silk soy (its yummy, really) and got a book out. Shortly after opening “Shopaholic Ties the Knot” outside of the gate’s window a swarm of bees grabbed the attention of much of my fellow flyers. The novelty of the bees died down and then over the speaker system a Southwest lady told us that due to the bees our plane would be arriving at Gate 10 and 20 minutes late.

So lets recap, shall we? Stress of morning, security check, bees, late plane and a new gate. Has to get better, right? Oh, we haven’t even gotten to Nashville yet!

The captain on the flight tells us that he’s going to try and make up time in the air for us. He sounded friendly, so I trusted him. 20 minutes late for my connecting flight isn’t a biggie, especially when they told us travelers to NC that our gate was right next to the one we were coming out of. So we start to make our descend into NC when the caption comes on, “Folks, were about 40 minutes late. Sorry about that. Thank you for putting up with all of our delays today, hope it didn’t trouble you to bad. Have a great night and come back and see us real soon.” I do the math in my head, this means I have 7 minutes to get to my next gate, not a big deal because like I said, its right next door. But I have to pee like no tomorrow. I hate airplane bathrooms, so I try to hold it for as long as possible. I even skipped my water in take yesterday to make sure of it. So I kinda bolted out of there and walked to my gate to make sure it hadn’t moved or anything. The word “delay” was written next to the flight number. I don’t even look at the time I know this means I have plenty of time to get to the bathroom. Almost knocking two women down, I make it. I walk back over to my gate (360) and look at went we are leaving. 9:15pm it reads. 9:15?! Lets do some math again… a hour time difference, about an hour flight. 11:45pm is when I was getting in, instead of 10:30.

Flight wasn’t my best yesterday. With all the trouble I was having, I expected to not see my cute new red bag come rolling out of the baggage area. It got lost one time when flying to NC so I’m always afraid it will happen again. Lucky, Rosetta (you, I’m probably not spelling their names right, I will have to check on that) came out with only a few scruffs. I’m not trying to bag mouth Southwest by any means, I like flying them. They sever a mean bag of peanuts for a low price. But yesterday was not their shinning moment and the Nashville airport would give me free internet so my laptop powered down on me. The great thing about that is when I started it up today that Luke was waiting for me. I think today is going to be a good day. How can it not be when Luke pops on your screen first thing? That and its Kari and Alisa’s day of fun!

So Im on a water kick, to help myself eat better. I read somewhere everytime you crave a snack to drink water to help for a little bit of the hungry. Even if you still want the snack after drinking the water, you’ll eat less because your tummy if full. Good idea. Today, first day, I drink about 70 ounces of water. Ive been told that’s very good, a little too much for my body but good. Drinking the first 10 ounce before leaving for worked was a chore. But once I got my straw at work, it wasn’t a problem. I don’t feel any different, other than having to pee a lot more. But hopefully in keeping up with the natural amount my body wants and needs, something will come of it. Until then, I might have to unpack a few “kitchen” boxes in my garage to find my Niangua bottle for my trip.

I just ordered some new checks with “The Girls” by Melissa Gitelman on them. I don’t so much like “Yoga Girl” but if she comes with “Shopping Girls”, “Cafe Girl”, “Reading Girl” and ‘Fashion Girl” I’m okay with her being in the mix. 4 out of 5 isn’t bad. I couldn’t bring myself to get the cover (15 bucks plus shipping) but I have found some very cute covers on Ebay I am watching. Coach and Lily Pulitzer even! I don’t write a whole lot of checks but I’m getting low and sick of the ugly blue ones the bank gave me. They were free so I’m not complaining, but if I’m gonna pay for them, I’m gonna do it right.

You may have seen “The Girls” at places and think I’m falling this cute trend. Actually I’m not. I saw “Cafe Girl” a year if not more ago when my boss’ wife brought in a journal with her on the cover. I commented on it and asked where she had gotten it. That afternoon I found my way to the table with the display of journals and to my delight, not only was she there but on sale. Made my little heart happy. So you see, Ive loved “The Girls” long before any of this fuss came about. And to add a new touch to my blog, I have updated my categories accordingly. Lets hope I’m not breaking any copy right laws.

I think a few of my friends when I see “The Girls”.

“Internet Girl” reminds me of Carla

“Reading Girl” reminds me of Kari

“Spa Girl” reminds me of Kristin

“Bead Girl” reminds me of Polly

And of course “Ski Girl” reminds me of Bridget Jones (wait… she isn’t a friend.)

Last weekend I was up in Orange County at the mother ship of all malls, South Coast Plaza. I was meeting someone there to go shopping with but we hadn’t made a set time or place to met. She just told me to call her once arriving and we’d met up. Sounded good to me, so shortly after regaining myself from being overwhelmed with this amazing mica of stores I dialed her number. Instead of her voice, a message blared in my ear saying the number I had dialed had been disconnected. Well, that’s strange. My first thought I had programmed the number wrong in my cell phone. I copied it down from an email she had sent me and so I called up my mom to assist me in rereading the number to make sure dyslexia hadn’t kicked in. After my mom assuring me I had written down the right number I asked her of all the years we had been coming to my Grandparents (only 20 minutes away) why she hadn’t brought me to this mall. She said “I didn’t think you’d like that sort of thing.” Little does she know! But then again my mom is the type of shopper that has a mission and stays focus on that mission when out in a mall. I on the other hand have no problem walking aimlessly for a hour or two just looking at all there to be seen. Basically, I’m her worse nightmare.

I decided to walk around to see if maybe I can just run into my lost shopping friend. She mentioned the Jimmy Choo store so I passed down the section of the mall it was on. Upon my third time walking past Jimmy Choo my cell phone rings, my hopes where raised she was calling me. To my great surprise another friend I was trying to met up with was calling. We had played really bad email tag that past week in trying to met up while I was in his neck of the woods. After exchanging thankfulness of getting hold of one another we agreed to met at the malls one and only Starbucks (I was surprise there was only one since this mall was really a small city). I got myself an iced drink and waited for him to arrive. He thought it would be fun to surprise me, or as it really went down, scare me. Little note to all males out there, do not walk up behind a young women and “surprise her.” Especially me, who jumps at anything and is in a strange city. We shared conversation over my coffee and his tea until he had to leave, leaving me alone in the sea of stores wondering where my lost friend was.

After getting blisters in my cute shoes (they went well with my cute new skirt. not the best outfit for wondering the mall but cute none the less) I called Jason very sad that I could not find her. Jason dives into action to help out his tired, blistered and sadden girlfriend. He has the great idea of tracking her down via the internet. I tell him where to find the lady who she’s with name and he finds the office number of where she works. He calls and says he needed to get a hold of her to get a message to the person she is with. The assistant he’s speaking to is kind enough to place him on hold while contacting her. Jason calls me back with “I got her cell phone number.” I asked how he pulled that off and he said “You apparently don’t know who your dating. I’m just that smooth.” We compared numbers to see I had an 8 where a 7 should be. I thank Jason so much for his crafty work in helping me then called her up with her sweet cheerful voice on the other end. Finally!

After meeting up with her I told her the story of my wondering around trying to find her and then Jason saving the day by getting a hold of her. Her friend whom she was with wondered how he got a hold of her office. I explained the wonders of the internet and how if she googled her name her company popped up with the information needed to get a hold of her. Then of course there’s always Jason’s charmed that over powered the assit and she did whatever Jason asked. So much in fact that he charmed the pants off of her and she would have given him her daughter’s hand in marriage if he’d asked. But all she for him was call her up to help this crazy person trying to get a hold of not her boss but the person her boss was with. My friend apologized for the mixed up numbers and officially dubbed Jason hero of the day. I couldn’t agree more with her.

One: Ed proposing to Carol. Best engagement ever recording on TV. So adorable, makes me cry every time. What girl wouldnt want a list she made when she was 12 of her favorite things come to life by the man she loves? Best one: Sunset in July at 7:30. This is what NBC took off the air people. Such a shame.

Two: Funniest thing on TV, the newest Got Milk? commercial. (Go ahead, click that and watch it.) You have to laugh. Men may appericate it more, but as a women myself, I giggled my little heart out.

Oh, and I have been meaning to post real stuff, but I have just been busy or not in the mood to write. Sad, I know. I will be back to the blogging world shortly.