not another teen movie

Do you remember that Teen movie where I guy tries to go some allotted amount of time without sex? I am going to try a new spin on things. The Liz version but before you get scared and worried about what the next sentence of this blog will contain, this is the G- rated version.

I am going to see how many days I can go without Diet Coke. Now I never saw that teen movie so I am not sure how addicted him was to his “vice” but I am not that addicted to Diet Coke.

But I will confess that last week I think I drank maybe one gallon of water for the whole week which is not enough but in replacement to not drinking water I was drinking Diet Coke. (I think I drank about 4 a day last week… that is really intense) and that was the hardest week at work.

I just enjoy Diet Coke but this week I have had one each day and I have begun to realize that my work day goes much faster. I have more energy and I can focus more. Now I know that you can’t blame D.C. for those things but I am going to conduct a little experiment. See how my body reacts to no D. C.

A little Disclaimer: In college, I did not drink soda at all for an entire year. I was in the best shape of my life. I ran marathons and worked out at least 8 times a week (twice a day two of those days and one day off). Now my life consist of 30 lbs more fat on my body and only working out 2 days a week and no marathons in the near future.

So in a way of trying to see if D.C. really makes you gain weight I am getting off of it and replacing it will my addiction to water. Now this is an addiction that has stemmed from my days in college when I was frantically trying to loss weight and be a size 0. I realize that is not a dream of mine anymore but I do still have this love affair with water, I drink about 100 oz a day at least. (I pee a lot).

So anyway this is day one.

a little insight into my day

So I have this job. I love it. I work for a publishing company and music group as the events coordinator. Now I know what that makes me sound like… I have the absolutely most fabulous job (I use the word fabulous because girls who would want a job like this use the word fabulous… thus I use the word fabulous)

But I have a pretty stress full job, I handle over 400 events A MONTH!! You do not know how ridiculous, snotty and presumptuous a first time author/ artist can be… get me this, get me in here, sell all of my books for me, so I thought I would comprise a great list of questions I am ask by authors and/or artist and/or bookstores….

5. What are YOU doing to market the book? (I in return ask them the same question)

4. Can you get me on K LOVE (this one sicks me out bc I hate Klove)

3. Are Barnes and Noble going to have at least 50 books on hand for this signing (the truth is most authors only sell about 50 books ever)

2. My Marketing Rep (another person in the mark. Dept.) does not know what I talking about explain it to them…

1. When can I get on Oprah? I know she would love my book. (Oprah does not love Jesus, I am sorry she is not about to do a book about Christ in the Revolution, when she does not event believe in Him!)

i am there.

So I have arrived.

That’s it. I am done. I have no more growing to do in life. I have arrived or at least I have an intern. An intern of my very own.

She is a sophomore at OU and is at my disposal all day, every day! Literally when I say jump she doesn’t just ask how high… she jumps and gets me a latte while she it at it.

Ok so let me actually clarify. The marketing department at work has a new intern. She is really nice. I was the first one to show her how Tate works… She is actually not mine I share her. Also if I asked her to jump she would look at me like a crazy person!

It is so fun! Please help come up with task for her to do since I have to fill a whole Monday with stuff to do…

my so called life…

So I had a birthday.

That is right a full year older. I am now in the official mid 20’s. This is huge for me, I just envisioned things a little different in my life.

First off I never thought I would be where I am at, I never imagined myself at a publishing/production company working with such an excellent staff and doing something that I really always wanted to do!!

Second I am not sure that I thought I would be starting a life in OKC. Not that I don’t enjoy OK I just never saw myself here. But I am really growing to love this town. I know that I lived up here when I went to college but for sure I never really explored or appreciated the culture in OK. It is not just cowboys and country music but it is great wineries, fun shows and great art festivals. We also have such great weather. I know it gets hot and really cold but really neither of the two are too bad.

If you told me when I first met Raina that she and I would be living together post graduation with a Chihuahua named Maddox… I would not have believed it! But we do and I love it. Steph is still with us for a little longer… it will be sad to see her leave.

I am beginning to see how different relationships evolved and which ones last and which ones I never thought would be more than surface has become a great relationship in my life. First Jason, I never thought we would be more than Frisbee friends but now we car pool together everyday and he is the one person who kinda knows all about my life… college and career. I am glad he is becoming such a great friend. Megan S. I though she hated me for the first year she knew me… but she doesn’t now and we talk everyday. I have come to depend on her. That is just a few but it does not mention the failed relationships.

On my actual birthday a week ago I was driving myself to work since we don’t car pool on Fridays and I realized that 100% of all my dating relationships have failed and I am the only common denominator (thanks for that realization Jeanna) All of the guys I have dated have been very different but the only thing they have in common is me. Now if that does not make you feel like a failure in life I don’t know what will. But no worries I am over it. It’s all their fault.

Now for the meaningful “Full House” perfect ending, conclusion… I don’t have one. I am content and every day I am happy so that is enough, no big lessons learned and no harm, no foul.

can i beeeeee wearing any more clothes.

So my mom graduated from college. I know this is great and I am no longer the butt of jokes from the Napoleon Dynamite movie… “Your mom goes to college” cause she doesn’t anymore.

But her are a few highlights from the weekend…

Aimee and Dan (this is not a picture from the weekend but a picture from their wedding years ago) But it was so much fun having them up for the weekend. Dan became my mom’s favorite child this weekend. All she could talk about is his wonderfulness… no offence Dan you are great! But it was nice hanging out with my sister. We had fun, although we had to do things like clean out the shed, cook 15 lbs of potato salad and pull weeds we had a good time.

Ok so this is not my mom but I don’t have those pictures yet. Congrats Mom it was great!

Sunday was also mother’s day! So to celebrate we went to a winery in eastern Oklahoma, Grape Ranch. The wine was so good. And we played botchy ball and I totally dominated!

This is the best wine. I love it. We had such a great time. The wine tasting is free and with a purchase of a glass of wine you get to keep the glass. How fun? I had such a fun time.

Then we left early Monday afternoon and went boutique shopping in okc.

Fun times if you have an afternoon off I would suggest it! But don’t bring your dog. Maddox had to stay in the car. Sad day.

I bought a coin necklace. But it is really cool. It is like 100 years old. I love it.

Maddox also turned one this weekend. Friday when all my roommates woke up we had a birthday party for him. We dressed him in his birthday outfit, cargo pants, blue polo and tie. And sang happy birthday to him and blew out the candle in his hot dog. Then he devoured the hotdog cake. It was precious.

retribution.

I am the victim of a hit and run.

Now I enjoy telling this story because people don’t believe me in all its happenings but rest assured I speak only the truth.

I am a bargain shopper. I have no qualms telling you this. I love a great pair of Calvin Klein nude heels for $19.99. So instinctively I was shopping a Ross on Saturday.

While my trip produced no good product to purchase, I still engaged in a normal turn about the store.

When leaving Ross I saw a man tall, thin wearing a vest with big white letters SECURITY on it. I felt safe.

I was ready to head home and enjoy the rest of my Saturday so I pulled out of my parking space and began to drive off. Well I was unable to get more than a few feet ahead because a car was pulling out in front of me. So there I was patiently waiting for the car ahead of me to drive off when I see that a tan, Chevy Malibu was pulling out to the side of me.

I lay on my horn to make sure they see me but they don’t stop. They slam and use the word slam but I don’t know if that tells the story, they ram and crash into the side of my car and drive away.

I was stunned. I could not move. I thought….get the license plate. But I could not process it fast enough. Then I looked up and saw the same tall, skinny security man standing there. He was repeating the license plate. Salvation.

I looked at him, as in wanting him to tell me what to do, and he old me to call the cops. So I did.

They ran plates and the CRIMINAL had just bought the car. So they had to wait till they could find out from the dealership, their (and I say that with much disgust) information.

There is no restitution. I am over this judicial system.

*** Side note: this is the 2^nd hit and run I have endured with Roxy (the Rio), she has also fallen victim to 2 uninsured motorist collisions and one more collision where the parents tried to buy me off because the girl was just 16.

i am over it

Megan you suck, now no one in the serious blogging world will take me seriously

Here are the rules:
1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post, the player tags 5 people and posts their name, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

What was I doing 10 years ago? I was in eighth grade enjoying the easy middle school life. yeah that is about it. nothing exciting

5 snacks I enjoy in a perfect non-weight gaining world:
1. oatmeal cream pies
2. krispy kreme
3. icing
4. pizza
5. tex mex

In the real world: I eat but nothing ever sounds good to me, i am over it.

Things I would do if I were a billionaire: move to africa. and give it away

Five jobs that I’ve had:(in the last year for me)
1. Starbucks barista
2. Animal hospital receptionsist
3. PR in AZ
4.Subsitute teacher
5. Bath and body works biotch

6. Marketing events coordinator

Three of my bad habits:
1. cracking my knuckles
2. apathy
3. apathy

Five places I’ve lived:(in the last year)
1. Konawa, ok
2. honolulu, hi
3. Mesa, AZ
5. Edmond, OK

And the five people I’m tagging are:
no one bc i want all of you to have dignity and respect from other serious bloggers

fire your gurus

I love this blog…

Today as I was sitting for endless hours (2) gazing into the abyss we, muggles, call Barnes and Noble, I came across some unknown territory. Now I have spent several afternoons in the Children’s section reading Max Lucado and C.S. Lewis books and many late nights absorbing auto biographies, but the material I came across tonight was profound. (Okay so now I am really ridiculous and this has a lot of build up but really no major follow through.) Today I picked up a magazine called Ode. Now a little known fact about me was I used to love to write Ode’s. I am a complete nerd and for a significant time in my college career I wrote Ode’s to everything; brilliant professors, the changing leaves, spring, running, friends. So instantly when I saw this magazine I had to read it. Now returning to my table my friends looked over my choice of magazines and mocked me as I had chosen, Fit over 40 (I thought it would be good information), Cigar Aficionado (I love a good cigar), Architecture’s Digest (always a good resource), Food & Wine (as my recent experience at Starbucks has me thinking about great wine pairing), and of course Ode “to passion, to people, to progress.” (The title of this blog is derived from one of the magazine’s articles).

I read some very interesting articles and the reason I am writing this blog is definitely not to submit some propaganda for the magazine but I was truly touched… wait touched is not a decent word to use in this context… I was emotionally stirred after reading this particular article. The article simply titled the Key to Courage was about so much more. The most beautiful woman (to me, not to Hollywood) hid 100 Tutsis from the militia during the genocide in 1994 in Rwanda. It started with her neighbor’s houses being turned into ashes by the militia and a little boy pleading with her to save his mother; slowly it grew to 67 then 100 people. She tells of how she would put cough syrup in their food to keep them from coughing so that the militia, who would spy through her walls, would not hear them. Also she recounts how she convinced the militia that she was a witch so they would not burn her house down or else she would cast spells on their families. This woman was born in 1915!!!! This was more than a story of courage but I cannot understand how a little woman can hide 100 people in her house for 67 days from these monsters. It had to be something bigger than her. I stand amazed.

Her life purpose I feel was served with crazy courage and amazing heart but what I love the most about her life purpose was that it was fulfilled at 79.

Kangaroos incognito

I love the environment. I must say that. I do. I reduce, reuse, recycle and I also carpool.

But really the car pool is about so much more than the environment. There is a new member of our car pooling squad but then one just dropped out and now we are back up to an even three Jason, the illustrator and Lindsey, the deaf graphic design artist, and me, the newbie.

For a few weeks we just took my car because I get the best gas mileage and it was nice. They would come to my house and pick me up and then Jason would drive my car to work and I would just ride in the passenger seat, play DJ and put on my makeup. (Since I hardly ever wear make up but I need to for my job, I do it in the car.) So pretty much I just had a driving service and I even got paid for it. But know with the new girl we meet her some where so I have to drive myself. Sad day.

But on my commute because now I always get to ride I notice so much more. One day Jason was driving and I saw a kangaroo. Jason believes me because he is really the nicest guy I know and lets me believe things but Kathy the ex-car pooler just laughed at me. But I know I saw a kangaroo.

Also there is a llama farm next to the turnpike. There are about 20 llamas just grazing all day.

I enjoy Tuesdays and Thursdays. I enjoy hanging out with coworkers outside of work. They are fun people.

I challenge you to find ways to reduce, reuse, recycle and car pool. Maybe then the environment will thank you and you can see a kangaroo too!

Good ol’bar of Ivory

Here is the thing… I am a bar of soap kinda girl. I like to lather up with a nice, clean bar of soap. Usually it smells like some type of fruit of the rainforest and it often is suppose to bring some kind of extra smoothness to my skin. Besides the many means to the end it is end-all a bar of soap.

Now I know many of my blog readers are wondering… why does this matter? Who cares what kind of agent Liz uses to clean her body but I feel like it tells a little bit about of who I am.

Although I usually wear a dress I am a no frills type of girl. Usually by 10 am my mascara is driving me bananas and I want to wash my face that instant but because of the logistics of my job it is necessary. I love dresses but only because when a person wears a dress it is a million times more comfortable than jeans and a t-shirt. I feel like I am wearing a nightgown all over town. That is fantastic.

But besides the no frills, I feel like a bar of soap explains my personality. I hate fluff. I am not a lather type of girl. I don’t use shaving cream and I don’t enjoy bubble bathes. I hate when people ramble until their faces turn blue. And I can’t stand advertising. I can BS all day long and I feel like because of this I can see through BS-ing.

Now in the last few years I have become a little more cynical (this fact scares me because if I am this cynical at 23 Lord knows where I will be at 63!) I have turned from being responsive to everyone and begun see through a lot of ridiculous people and crazy situations. I fervently believe if people take time, sleep on things and remove themselves from situations they can thrive and coexist with others a lot better than being completely dependant of others to be their fluff.

So next time you lather up or just rub a bar of soap over your body (which I know sounds awkward) ask yourself what kinda cleaning agent are you?