Oh say can you see… my underwear??

9 Apr

I wasn’t feeling overly patriotic that day but decided to throw on my underwear emblazoned with the American Flag. (I know, I know – that may be too much information for some of y’all.)

But I digress – my stomach had started growling so I made the decision to turn to my favorite food – tacos, of course.

I stepped out of the office when I noted that it was exceptionally windy and I was wearing a dress but I continued on my way. I made it all the way to the Mexican food around the corner, snatched up my food and proceeded to walk out the restaurant with my hands full of delicious Mexican food, chips and salsa.

That’s when it happened.

A gust of wind came along, blowing up my dress and showcasing my patriotic underwear for all to see including a group of local police officers who snickered and giggled.

I couldn’t do one thing because my hands were full of food so all I could say to the officers with my beet red face was “God Bless America.”

On the bright side – I, at least, was wearing underwear that day!

Those handcuffs aren’t mine…

28 Mar

The other day, I took the wrong turn right by a JiffyLube and decided why the hell not stop by and get my oil changed.

There was only a short line so I pulled my car into the bay and took a seat in the small waiting room with five other people, a popcorn machine and the History channel blaring something about boat making and swords on the television.

A short time later, a mechanic called my name to show me several different things I needed to change on my car which I declined. Then, they told my two license plate lights were out.

All I could see were blue and red flashing lights and a jai cell so, of course, I approved them to fix that.

As I went out to my car to inspect something, I realized the guys had to go through my glove box to access the in-car filter and that’s when I saw the plastic handcuffs, a bottle of weight loss pills, feminine products and a mask all strewn about my front passenger seat.

My face turned bright red as I had forgotten all of these items were in my glove box and I hadn’t even used any of them in years….. years, I promise.

The group of five guy mechanics all stared at my quizzically and all I could muster was, “Those handcuffs aren’t mine…”

I felt like it was a scene right out “50 Shades of Gray” but honestly it was the 50 shades of blushing embarrassment on my face.

I guess it truly is time to clean out my car when the mechanic guys find objects and things in your car that you didn’t even know you had. 

And I swear… those handcuffs aren’t mine…. 😉

Daddy’s girl

26 Mar

My dad and I doing a perfect Texas Two-step!

We camped together through the YMCA’s Indian Princesses and enjoyed wrap sandwiches at our favorite place to eat in my hometown; he was my hero and set the bar very high for any other man that will enter my life

But he died when I was 14.

It was, of course, hard at the time but as you get older it gets easier but harder in some aspects.

From weddings that feature the Father-Daughter dance to watching television shows depicting scenes fathers and daughters share; that pang always comes and sometimes the tears that accompany that pang.

Since I am nearly 30, I think I tend to remain single because I do have a few high expectations in the man I am looking to be with and refuse to settle. My father knew what it was to be caring, have manners, love country and oldie music and how to dance a Texas two-step.

He will always be a great memory and I know he is always watching from above.

If only our favorite place was still open so I could enjoy a wrap sandwich in his memory as the anniversary of his death comes up but instead I will listen to some of our favorite tunes and cruise the open roads.

I heard a Conway Twitty song today, “That’s My Job,” that always makes me think of my dad and our relationship:
“I woke up cryin’ late at night when I was very young
I had dreamed my father had passed away and gone
my world revolved around him I couldn’t lie there anymore
so I made my way down the mirrored hall and tapped upon his door
And I said Daddy I’m so afraid how will I go on with you gone that way
Don’t wanna cry anymore so may I stay with you and he said

That’s my job
that’s what I do
everything I do is because of you to keep you safe with me
that’s my job you see

Every person carves his spot and fills the hole with light
and I pray some day I might light as bright as he

I woke up early one bright fall day to spread the tragic news
after all my travels I settled down within a mile or two
I make my living with words and rhyme and all this tragedy
should go into my head and out instead as bits of poetry
but I say Daddy I’m so afraid how will I go on with you gone this way
how can I come up with a song to say I love you

That’s my job.

In that token, I say I am a Daddy’s Girl so keep them close and tell all those daddies you love them.
that’s what I do
everything I do is because of you to keep you safe with me
that’s my job you see

everything I do is because of you to keep you safe with me

That month I lost my mind.

25 Mar

Sunset at the BBQ cook-off

I feel like it’s been forever since I blogged. I feel like I am finally coming out of a fog.

There is always that point in life where you don’t know whether you are coming or going; it’s been a hectic, whirlwind of about a month and a half and it’s finally calming down…. a little.

But wow, when thing get busy  they get crazy.

All in one day, about two weeks ago, I backed into a tree because I forgot I put my car into reverse then I locked my keys in my car resulting in me almost kissing the feet of the nice AAA guy who opened my door for free. Then I lost my debit card.

For two week, I awaited that plastic friend of mine to arrive in the mail.

Then it was weeks of the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, dozens of fried food items, sodas, boots, cowboys, concerts and carnies.

Let’s just say it’s been a couple of busy weeks but I wouldn’t have it any other way… i just need to blog more for ALLLL  of my fans *sarcasm* to enjoy. 🙂

 

Laughing so hard it hurts…

27 Feb
This fits this post perfectly, lol.

This fits this post perfectly, lol.

Remember back to those careless days as a young child where you laughed and played all day long. Whether it was on the playground, swing sets or with your best friend in a sandbox. Those were the good old days.

Why is it that when you are no longer a kid and now an adult that life just isn’t that fun anymore? I think that needs to change. I want to laugh more, live more and maybe, just maybe love more.

Today, I felt like I was transported back to those times.

I laughed so hard at all of the little things so hard that it made my stomach hurt and I felt carefree. I think all of the stress of life and this or that truly rolled off my back and I sure hope it stays that way.

I am sure hoping this is the end of a depression cloud I’ve been dealing with and that I can keep this positive outlook on life. Looking at things on the positive side of life is always the best alternative than thinking negatively.

Now, I just need to find the little things to enjoy and laugh about each day and  can imagine 1.) It is a good ab work-out and 2.) I swear I read somewhere that laughing will keep you looking and feeling young which we all need!

I think we should all take just one day a week where we can enjoy one thing or those several things that we enjoyed as kids to bring back those youthful feelings and to remember what it is like to laugh so hard it hurts and enjoy life!

Brisket, ribs and chicken; Oh My!

25 Feb
Look at that meat!

Look at that meat!

No matter how many times I take a shower: my perfume for this next week will be the smells of bbq.
For the past four days, I had the opportunity to work on the publicity committee for Houston’s World’s Championship BBQ contest where over 500 teams competed in a cook-off in several different categories such as brisket, chicken, ribs and a dutch over dessert. I sampled brisket, chicken and dumplings, award-winning ribs, apple pie, peach cobbler and of course, I had to sneak some tacos in there. (Too bad they were the hard shell variety which is a blog post in itself.) The weirdest thing I tried? Back strap off of a wild hog that the cook-off team had accidentally hit with their car.

For me, it was awesome. Days full of talking to the different teams, sampling bbq and fielding all of the media requests the WCBBQ gets during that time. But even more awesome was the opportunity to do what I love: writing and photography outside of my normal job as a newspaper photojournalist.

This truly is my opportunity to reflect on the experiences and use them to my advantage for possibly a step in a new direction in my career whenever I decide what that next step is. The changes are scary but it is also exciting to think what may be on the other side of that door.

It’s funny how a post and half a week of bbq can lead to life pondering questions!

The one thing I know at this point is it sure is good to be back in my own bed with my own shower and my own kind of life again! And blogging again! 🙂

Don’t go breaking my heart-shaped pizza.

14 Feb

The lights were low and looming over the ten-plus pizza pies sitting along the buffet at the Pizza Place the other night as I delicately and decisively picked out my dozens of slices of pizza. I had gotten off of work late another night meaning I would, once, again, be enjoying another night of dinner alone.

But at that moment, as I was the only one eating my pizza and enjoying the silence of an empty restaurant, when I came to the realization that I do at least once a month that I am perfectly happy being single and enjoying life every day.

This especially poignant since it is Valentine’s Day. There are so many people out there searching for love in all of the wrong places, settling for whatever relationship they might have found themselves or even worse, one that is abusive.

I have had the opportunity to be in some great and some not-so-great relationships but what I find even more important is being happy with yourself and yes, finding that person that accepts your flaws.

Though there are many who will go out this evening to drown their loneliness as I might have in past years, I think I will celebrate by splitting a heart-shaped pizza with myself and enjoying a night in front of the boob-tube; if that doesn’t scream sexy, I do not know what does!

So remember this Valentine’s Day, love yourself and pizza-on!