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Friday, July 9, 2010

Make-out Songs...

During one of my many travels in the past few months, I was driving down the interstate while listening to the radio. It was a country station. The DJ promised to play the "best make-out song ever." I started thinking about what song it could be. I was limited since I knew it was a country station. A few songs went through my mind, but it definitely wasn't what he played. Guess what he picked.

I Will Always Love You by Dolly Parton

Seriously? Does anyone want to make out to that song? I don't. I mean, I don't really do a lot of making out these days, but in my teenage years, if there was music playing while I was making out, it would have been something harder. Not some mushy, slow, Dolly Parton song.

I remember some rock songs and some R&B. Always upbeat. Something that sounds passionate and sexy. Something with a beat. Not I Will Always Love You.

Am I wrong? Do people really make out to songs like that? What songs did/do you make out to? ;)

Size doesn't matter...

Something has been bothering me for quite some time. And, I've wanted to blog about it for a while, but I haven't been able to find the right words. I'm hoping I've found them now, but if not, oh, well. It needs to be said.

People should wear clothing that actually fits. That number on the tag at the back of your shirt? Yeah, it doesn't really matter. If you are a size 6, but you want to be thinner so you wear a size 2, it's not going to work out. You're going to look bigger/worse than if you'd just worn the size 6. If you wear clothing in sizes too small for you, every ounce of fat is going to pour out over the edges. And that is not a good thing.

You're going to look your best in what actually fits you. Even someone who is teeny-tiny is going to look chubby if they wear clothes that are too small. The clothes are going to squish you until they find whatever fat you are hiding and then expose it to the world. And it's not going to be pretty.

People should wear clothes that are going to flatter their bodies, not make them look fatter. I'm a small girl, but that doesn't mean I can get away with wearing skin tight shirts over skin tight pants. Those pants are going to squish my stomach up and it's going to look like I have belly rolls and that skin tight shirt is just going to make that normally non-existent belly roll even more noticeable. Does that sound attractive to you? I didn't think so.

So, I stick to wearing clothes that actually fit me. I know that number doesn't actually matter; because that's all it is: a number. I mean, what's the number really mean? If someone weighs 140 pounds, don't they still weigh 140 pounds whether they wear a size 8 or a size 6? YES! THEY DO! So, what difference does it make? Especially when the smaller size is going to make you look worse? It makes absolutely no sense to me.

I will wear the clothes that I am comfortable in and the clothes that make me look as good as I know I should. And I will ignore whatever number is on that little tag.

I may not have found the best words for this, but I really just wanted it out there. So, there it is! :)

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Still here...

Hello, all. I am still alive. It's just been an incredibly busy month. I spent a week packing everything we own. It was a lot more than I expected it to be. We filled an entire 16' Penske truck, my car, and Philip's car. And then the dogs rode in my parent's truck. It was insane. I have no idea how we fit most of that stuff in our little apartment. We did have our Halloween stuff in storage, but that was about it. Where did the other stuff come from?? :S

Then, we had our going away party. It was pretty fun. Not everyone came, but we weren't surprised. The really important people were there. :)

Then, we drove to Pennsylvania to visit with Philip's family. We spent about 10 days there and it was a wonderful time. He has a great family. I actually like my future in-laws. :) First we went to Lancaster County where we visited his mom, stepdad, nanny, pappy, and other relatives on his mom's side of the family. We were there from Sunday night until Friday afternoon. Then, we drove to his dad's house. His dad and stepmom are wonderful people. I can see a lot of Budd (Philip's dad) in Philip. :)

However, his dad and stepmom are heavy smokers. I was fine while we were there, but when we left on Sunday to stay with his Grammy and Poppy, I developed a cough that I have not been able to shake. It's not that bad, but it wakes me up at night and Philip keeps threatening to take me to the doctor. I'm sure it will go away eventually. It's gradually getting better. :)

His Grammy and Poppy are wonderful. His grammy can COOK. She is amazing. I think Philip gained 10 pounds while we were there. I have a little more restraint, but I know I added a little extra padding, too! ;) We had a very relaxing time while we were there. We read, played games, played croquet (it was my first time), and ate a lot. :) It's a good thing it was relaxing, because we needed it for the days to come.

We drove back to Charlotte on Wednesday night. It took us about 10.5-11 hours to get home. We each slept for maybe 2 hours in the car and then for maybe 2 hours when we got home. Then we got up, went to pick up the Penske, and started loading the truck. It was INCREDIBLY hot and humid. And miserable. For the first few hours, it was just Philip and I. Then Brandon came home and helped for a little while. Then, for the last little bit, we had Joe to help us. I told Philip that once we get settled in Colorado, we definitely need to find more reliable friends.

We went to dinner with a few friends that night and then slept for a few hours. My cough was the worst that night. I blame it on having to sleep on the floor in the dusty apartment (after moving everything around). We each only got a few hours of sleep because I kept us both up. We got a late start because we had to try to clean up some before we left and then get the last of our stuff in the truck. It was more than we thought it was. Then, we got on the road. Finally. :)

We spent two days driving out here. We stayed overnight in St. Louis the first night. However, it took us over 15 hours to get there. It was miserable. Lots of traffic and the Penske truck can only go so fast up the mountains and around the curves. But, we made it. :)

The following morning, my parents met us at the hotel (they live in Northern Indiana). We went to breakfast and then set off on our journey. It took us about 12 hours to get from St. Louis to Denver when we went there for vacation in May. This time, it took us about 17 hours. D: It was incredibly frustrating. My parent's truck broke down while we were still in Missouri. Luckily, we found a mechanic when we stopped at an auto parts store and he was able to get it fixed, but it was still a hassle and added a few hours to the trip.

Then, we hit a storm in Kansas. An all out hell-storm. I have never seen so much lightning during a storm. It was scary. And I like storms. By this time, it was dark and my mom doesn't like to drive in the dark, let alone driving in a storm in the dark. So, we had to go much slower than the last time. And, instead of stopping every 300-400 miles, we had to stop every 150-200 miles. The Penske did not get very good gas mileage. So, the trip lasted FOREVER. But, we finally made it home. :)

And, when we walked in the door, the first thing we saw was that our kitchen floor was flooded. >:( I was not a happy camper. My dad took a look and saw that it was just a leak under the sink. He did what he could for that night and then we put a bucket under the leak. We cleaned up the kitchen, unpacked what we needed for the night, and went to bed!

It was another rough night with the coughing, but I managed to get some sleep. The next morning, we unloaded the whole truck. My parents and my sister were an amazing help! It was wonderful. Then we started unpacking and showing off our new house. :)

We had a week of my parents and sister being here, but those stories are just going to have to wait until next time, because this blog is definitely long enough. Just know that we've had no more problems with the house and we are incredibly happy to be home. And, it truly is. We have definitely found our home in teeny-tiny Keenesburg, Colorado. :)

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Packing

Wow. You really don't realize how much stuff you have until you have to try to pack it all up. Philip and I spent last night packing. I still have a long way to go. And, I only have until Friday to finish.

Our going away party is on Saturday and then we're leaving on Sunday for Pennsylvania to visit Philip's family. We will be back in time to get the truck, put all of our stuff in it, and then leave for Colorado.

So, everything kinda needs to be packed up before we leave for Pennsylvania. It's going to be a pain, but I know it can be done. :)

Wish us luck!


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