Making a List, Checking it Twice.

Just to illustrate my sickness:

I have a class syllabus for the semester,
a to-do calendar for the month,
a to-do list for the week,
and my homework for the day on my hand.

I'd say that's a pretty clear sign I have OCD.

Team Spirit.

BIG NEWS:

I'm on a soccer team.
...Hilarious, because I have no idea how to play soccer and I hate to run.

Super excited.

Nurse Shmurse.

I just heard there is such thing as a Professional Organizer.
...Sign me up for that job.

Marketing Misunderstanding.

Why is the frickin' YAZ commercial some single chick walking around a bar?
..."YAZ: because you are on birth control, it's okay to sleep with people you meet at the club."

[This is the kind of crap I think about when I watch T.V.]

Tooth-hurty.

Going to the dentist today.
...Not excited about my dental hygienist.

Her husband (boyfriend, at the time) cheated on her with me, back in the high school days.

Little bit awkward.

I hope I have all my teeth when I get home.

Driving around in my Automobile.

Took my car into Saturn today for, I thought, a $500.00 fix.
Turns out my transmission is almost dead and it's going to cost $1000.00.

Lame, considering I bought my car for $1500.00.

...So, I told Saturn to suck it and I'm going to buy a new car.

Cha-Ching.

Following the Leader.

Don't be fooled, guys. I'm really not as cool as I look. I only have 10 followers, not 13.

The OCD side of me really wants those pretend blogs to be deleted. No one is there when I click the link, that "blogger" is not really "following" my blog.
...but Blogger won't let me delete them.

W
T
F.

This is making me nuts.

UPDATE:
I fixed it.
Don't know how, but it's gone.
Maybe you just have to bitch/blog about it.

Maybe it's a Sign.

I'm pretty semi-fluent in ASL, enough to hold a conversation.
I LOVE the language.

LOVE it.

...so why do I tense up when a deaf member comes into my branch?
...why don't I just sign it up with the fellow?
...why do I suddenly get all hot and sweaty with super cold feet?
...why am I such a loser-head?

Betty Crock[pot]er.

This morning I made my first crockpot concoction.
...I'm really praying that it doesn't boil over after 12 hours of cooking. I don't want Josh to come home to a cream of mushroom explosion.

Cross your fingers for me.

UPDATE:

My mushroom meyham didn't explode. Instead, it turned into a ooey-gooey chicken muck.

13 hours of cooking is much too long, especially with 3 cups of milk. Oops.

You live and learn, and then get loves.

Callie Ann _____.

With all these engagements and such, marriage has been the topic of conversation.
...and the more that I think about it, the more it makes me wonder.

Would I really change my last name to match my husband's?

I'm a Carter, I've always been a Carter and I always want to be a Carter.
..and more importantly, my dad was a Carter and it's one of the strongest bonds I have to him.

[Google "My Last Name" by Dierk's Bentley, right now. I dare you.]

Obviously I want to change my name to match my husband's.
I want people to know that I'm married.
I don't want to be one of those wierdo ladies that doesn't change her last name.

..but on the flipside, I'm Callie Ann Carter and I kind of like it that way.

Is it ridiculous to feel this way?
Is this part of my marriage phobia?
Don't you absolutley LOVE Dierk's Bentley's song?

My happy time.

Bachelor Jason has narrowed it down to two girls, Molly and Melissa.

Molly wants to win more than she wants a husband.

Melissa is a sweet heart but her dumb parents put a damper on things.
Stupid idea parentals.

AND..Deanna is coming back.
Deanna, you had your chance. Jason will keep you though, because he is a nice guy.
You better not break his heart again, or I will punch your lights out.

Boys should watch this show and take notes.
Jason is a champ.

Blah, Blah, Blah.

I have zero tolerance for people that bitch.
...For reals.

If you are that unhappy with your life/self/spouse/house/school/job then do something about it.

Bitching will get you no where.

I don't feel sorry for people who don't try.

Something's in the Air.

Brittany.
Justin.
Skyler.
Nicole.
Ashley.
Megan.

...These are all the people I know who have gotten engaged within the last 2 months.

[and I'm sure I've missed a few.]

Rub-a-Dub-Dub

Can we just talk for a second about how much I LOVE the shower?

LOVE it.

I don't worry about my hair, makeup, outfit, boogers, sweat, stinky-ness.
Just me.
Pure, clean, me.

It's the only place I can be myself, truly 100% ALL me.
Nothing covering me up, nothing hiding, nothing fake.

I just love it.
That's all there is to it.

[So if you wonder why I spend 45 minutes in the shower, now you know.]

Eight is Great.

I know you've all been waiting patiently for my response.

8 Things I'm passionate about: ..My family, school, improving myself, helping others, making sure everyone is happy, being a good person, and being myself.

8 Words/Phrases I use often:
1) Fetch.
2) Shit.
3) "Hey there."
4) Babe.
5) "It'll all work out."
6) "How can I help you?"
7)
8)

8 Things I want to do before I die: ...Graduate school, buy my own house, be a wife/mother, travel, skydive, ride an elephant, grow my hair long, make sure everyone knows how much they mean to me.

8 Things I want/or need: ...I want a degree, I need to feel appreciated, loved, accepted. I want to make everyone happy, a new car, my own house, to lose my love handles and white teeth.

8 Things I've learned from the past: ...My mom really does know what she's talking about, sometimes I can't conquer the world, true friends last long times, crying makes everything better, hugs solve everything, my mom will always be me rock, prayer works wonders and sometimes I fart in my sleep.

8 Restaurants I love: ...I think this one is dumb. I like to go out, obviously. I'm a girl and girl's like going on dates.

8 Shows I love to Watch: ...Grey's Anatomy, What Not To Wear, Clean House, Bachelor, Biggest Loser, Big Brother.
Not in that order, of course. We all know Bachelor is #1.

Ta-da.

...I've hit a block, a blog-block.
I just want to write about nothing and have it become something great.

Yadda, yadda, yadda.
Vwahla!

Teetar-Totter.

Long hair...

...Short hair.

Short hair...
...Long hair.

Long hair...

...Short hair.

Baaaahhh..I can't decide.

I missed the Memo.

Why is everyone I know getting married, and why are they all people who started dating after Josh and I did?

...did I miss something?

Fast forward.

...6pm, yes please.

Can we clarify?

Does it count as driscimation if one person gets in trouble for dress code and the other doesn't, even if they are wearing the same fetchin' outfit?

W
T
F.