Question

What was the reasoning for couples sleeping in separate beds, back in the day?

Take a Break, it’s Wednesday!

So I totally stole this from my blogger buddy, Liam.  Enjoy!

List 10 things you love that start with the first letter of your first name.  We’ve already got our 1st participant – thanks, Steph!

Stephanie says:

1. Shrimp. I heart shrimp.

2. Sunny days. You can’t be sad on a beautiful sunny day!

3. Sting. He’s the best. I love him with The Police, I love him solo. I love him more than shrimp.

4. Seth, my husband. I love him more than Sting holding a plate of shrimp.

5. Sarcasm. I wouldn’t have anything to say without it.

6. Sand and Sea. Especially this time of year. I wish I was on a beach someplace warm.

7. Seinfeld and Scrubs — 2 great shows.

8. Saturday Night Live – good show… sometimes.

9. Saturday – Best day of the week!

10. Spring – My favorite season. Winter has worn out his welcome big time.

Pacers Game

Pacers vs. Warriors, 12/17/08

Wacky Wednesday

1. What was the last store (other than a grocery store or something like that) that you spent more than $50 in? What did you buy?
2. What is the furthest North, East, South and West you’ve been?
3. Look to your left. What do you see?
4. You’re the 1,000,000th visitor to a local high-end mall (Think someplace with high end fashion stores, Saks, etc). As your prize you have won one complete outfit from the mall. The restrictions are that you can have ANYTHING in the mall you want, so long as you’re wearing it properly when you leave the mall. For example, if you get a skirt, you can’t get a pair of pants. You can’t get a pair of shoes and a pair of boots. You can’t get a nightgown and… well, clothes… Anyways, what are you wearing when you walk out of the mall?

POST YOUR ANSWERS IN THE COMMENTS SECTION or EMAIL ME.

Check out my bookshelf!

I added a Shelfari bookshelf to my blog. Scroll down to check it out. I’ve put just a few of my favorite books on there, for your recommended reading pleasure. I have most of these titles, so let me know if you want to borrow one.

My 2 Favorite Things: Olympics & China

I love the Olympics. It gives me goosebumps to think about how these Olympic athletes must feel to be the greatest competitors of today. Years of blood, sweat, and tears culminate in what has thus far been the largest and most impressive showing of athleticism on the world stage. What one has dedicated her entire life to can be validated or shattered in a matter of nano-seconds. A slight hesitation on a balance beam can mean the end of a life-long Olympic dream. A last second stretch past the competition can bring home a gold medal.

All of this on top of the fact that the Olympics are being held in my favorite Asian country. I’m so impressed, but not surprised, by China’s grand leap into the world spotlight. I can remember the electricity, energy, and excitement that ran rampant through the country 4 years ago when they learned they were hosting the Olympics. I can only imagine the magnitude of emotions running through Chinese people now. They are people of innate pride and loyalty to their country. They are perfectionists and the epitomy of hard-workers. Every citizen feels a great responsiblity towards representing China in the best light possible everyday, all day.

Olympics or not, that is who they are. This amazing showcase of the country, its people, and its culture isn’t all for show. It’s real. It’s who China has been, is, and will be. This is an opportunity to introduce the world to China and all the wonders it has to offer. It’s their chance to show the world that China is doing a phenomenal job of standing with one mindful foot firmly grounded in history, and one foot competently placed to be an important leader in today’s global society. So just imagine the pride, the quest for perfection, and excitement they must feel to finally be a shining star on the global stage.

Bikini Pillow Fighting

Apparently I’m a glutton for punishment and embarrassment.  For whatever reason, I decided it was a good idea to participate in Bikini Pillow Fighting at a local bar last nite. I managed to get a free bikini, free drinks, and my friends got some good entertainment… however, it’s not an experience that I’ll repeat.  Ever.

First of all, it’s HARD to swing a pillow at another girl while on a trampoline and while trying to cover all your flabby parts.  Balance is key, but it’s basically impossible to knock the other girl down with a soft pillow. It’d be better if we had the American Gladiators pokey stick thingys.  And while the pillows are soft, the biatch’s knuckles grazing your face are scary.  AND it’s just freakin’ tiring for someone whose #1 Rule is Don’t Exert Yourself, Ever.

So, I’ve once again realized that doing things just because it’s unique, unexpected, or out of the ordinary doesn’t usually pay off.  I didn’t win the $100 prize for the bikini pillow fighting, but I think Adam did get some good pix & video out of it.

"The Feeling" brought to you by "The Situation"

There’s a feeling in my stomach, one I can’t exactly describe but that I know I don’t like.  For a long time, I lived with this feeling without really knowing it.  You know how sometimes you just go along with things because you don’t really know it supposed to be any different?  Well, this feeling used to be “normal” for me.  Then one day I realized it wasn’t right to always feel this way.

It’s like I swallowed a gumball.  Or furball.  Or any number of other items that would just sit in your stomach with no plans for digesting.  It’s the feeling you get when you have to face something you really don’t want to acknowledge.  You might get it when someone does you wrong, and you probably saw it coming, but wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt anyway.  It’s the feeling you get when you just know it’s going to be a bad situation.  It’s the feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you broke your grandmother’s favorite vase, dish, frame, etc.

There’s this…”situation”… in my life. Many of you know what it is.  And anytime I have to deal with it, acknowledge it, or think of it… I get this feeling.  This sick, nasty, “I hate life” ball of fire in my stomach that won’t give me a break for days.  I find it really unfair and unreasonable.  Totally uncalled for and uninvited.  No matter how hard I try to escape it, this “situation” will always be there.  For now, I can accept the fact that I have to face it and deal with it.  But even though it will eventually be divorced from my life, it won’t really go away.  This “situation” will always be there to make life difficult.  This “situation” will always be hard to get along with.  This “situation” will eagerly cause me stress. This “situation” will always be unkind.

And looking back, I always knew this “situation” would forever be unreasonable, unkind, and unpleasant. But I gave it the benefit of the doubt anyway.