Thursday, September 9, 2010

I Don't Look At The Clock...

I have two quick anecdotes to share with you today.

Before I start, I just want to point out that any potty humor I laugh at/share is thanks to my father. He's the one who still laughs at trucks on the road with the words "Super Duty" on the side of the door. To clarify, when I talked in this post about fighting off indigestion and cleaning the apartment, I did NOT mean cleaning up my own messes. Thank you, oh loving father, for pointing out the double meaning in that phrase. You're ridiculous and I love you daddy-o ;)

I don't know about you, but I have a tendency to have strange things happen to me. I'm clumsy in every sense of the word. I trip over my own feet on a flat surface, I've had a moth fly in my ear before, and other such things similar to this. I feel like this picture describes my relationship with my husband the best...
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Something funny is happening to me and he's just looking on. Awesome.

I have been caught more than once at work using the Photo Booth application to straighten my hair. I don't get into trouble for this, but it is a little embarrassing to have someone catch you. Maybe that's a personal issue. Anyways, I also use this Photo Booth to apply makeup as well. Today, I was about to put some mascara on when I got distracted by a phone call at work. I lean over to my right to write the conversation in my phone log, feel a tickle on my nose and look at the computer screen to find this...
Yep. That's mascara... on my NOSE! Seriously, who else has stuff like this happen to them?! So I had to do a mini walk-of-shame to the bathroom before anyone at work saw this. Geez, I amaze myself sometimes...

I'm talking to you daddy-o!
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Everyone who has a significant other tells the story of how they met. Then they have a separate story of how they knew the other was "the one." This could even be a portion of the same story. Well, I want to share a similar story with you. However, it's not about Phil. It's about Annette. Ms. Annette Lopez, (soon to be Mrs. Annette Husting), is my BFF/Venus/Favorite Person In The World.

Annette and I met after I joined the Beta Epsilon chapter of Kappa Delta. We didn't really talk very much my freshmen year, but we always got along when we were together. During my sophomore year, we started volunteering for the same activities and she even joined the color guard in the marching band. We had lots of things in common and had great conversations.

Growing up with just an older brother, I was exposed to many things that only boys really cared about such as Super Mario Bros. on Nintendo, Transformers, Power Rangers, Ghostbusters, and the like. Annette seemed to understand all of this and we loved the fact that we could be giant nerds about it together. Well, due to my upbringing and love of all things Mario, I would stick objects to my upper lip to give the impression I had a mustache. I would use pens...
straws....
and even my own hair when it was long enough.
I would always get teased by my family, then eventually my husband for this habit. I would hold the object to my face and say "It's a me! Mario!!" The response was almost always an eye roll or "Courtney, cut it out!"

One day I was in Annette's room after band practice to watch a movie and relax. While the ending credits were rolling, Annette suddenly takes a large chunk of her hair, places it on her upper lip and says "MOOOOOSTACHE!!!!!!" My. mouth. dropped. to. the floor.






I had found my soulmate :)

So there you have it. It may seem silly, or even slightly stupid to you. However, this is the moment I knew that Annette and I would be best friends until we're old, crippled, and still cursing like sailors HAHA!

Before I go, I just want to say that I purchased Sara Bareilles' newest album, Kaleidoscope Heart the day it came out. If you like her, you will NOT be disappointed :) I whole-heartedly agree with this review of the CD. "Bluebird" is my favorite right now... Check it out!

Peace to you,
"Music" by Madonna

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