Blast from the past...

I have always been a fan of my phone number. My cool (214) number and the following seven digits have been with me since I was 17 years old and got my first cell phone. Now at the age of 28, I'm wondering if its time for me to change my number.

You see last night I was perfectly content. I had just finished up a great dinner and wine date with my friend Leslie, and was all snuggled up on my couch watching the new Katherine Heigl and Josh Duhamel movie. Life was good. That's when it happened, I heard my text go off. I was really hoping it was a goodnight text from D, but to my surprise the text was from a (979) area code and was not saved to my phone. The message from the unknown texter said "Hello?". Kinda like they knew that maybe they shouldn't be texting me. I reviewed the number and knew I recognized it. I only know a few people with a College Station phone number, and was pretty sure I knew who it was. Yet I did the ever so common text of "Who is this?", only to be confirmed that my prediction was confirmed.

The late night texter was my old high school and college crush, who we shall call NB (Neighbor Boy). NB and I grew up with our parent's houses backing up to one another. We were alley friends. He was a year older then me in school, and probably one of my first real high school crushes. NB was kinda a dork, and that was what I liked about him. We would always flirt in my back yard pool, and all the other neighborhood girls and I would take walks down the street to "run into him". NB and I became good friends, and our friendship continued and grew when we both went off to college. When it was my time to go off to school he came to visit me and be my date for my first sorority formal. I was super excited and nervous to see what would happen that weekend. It was kinda a let down, because NB and I didn't even kiss that entire weekend. I learned then that he wasn't that into me. NB and I continued to talk everyday over AOL instant messanger, and sometimes on the phone the following years at school. I really thought that NB would be a guy that I would someday like to marry. After college we both moved back to our parent's houses, and that is when we started to be more then just friends. We would go out, and kiss in the alley (sorry mom). I really started to like him, and I thought that maybe this was it. Well, that is until one day when that bubble was burst. I met NB up with our friends, he casually introduced me to this new girl who resembled a hooker and had a stripper name. I learned that he had met her a few days prior and that they were now together.  I was crushed, and was even more crushed 2 months later when I found out this new hooker like girlfriend had been upgraded with a new title of  NB's BABY MAMA! I was disgusted, and sad because I held him to such a higher standard then that. Needless to say I got over NB and moved on to the next jerk..

Now that you have that background info, can you understand why I would be SUPER annoyed when he late night texted me last night? I mean dude, I haven't talked to you in over 3 years, and you are going to drunk dial me on a Wednesday night? More importantly though... WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE MY PHONE NUMBER? AND WHY DO YOU THINK I WOULD WANT TO SEE YOU????

NB's texts continued telling me that he was at one of our old hangouts and was thinking about me. He asked me to come meet up with him, to which I responded no thanks, but have fun. He told me that "It wont be the same without you", to which I said "Ha, you've made it the past few years perfectly fine". Then he responded with the most jerk thing he could say- "Ummm, not really. Why do you think I'm messaging you". REALLY? REALLY? Dude, you could have had me and you passed me up for a Charlie Sheen "Goddess" lookalike, and now you want me to be part of your life???? Shame on you NB for thinking that I'm the same insecure little neighborhood girl who liked you! I was so frustrated just thinking that he had the nerve to text me these things! Gosh, just writing this gets me fired up again! 

I didn't respond to NB and I really hope he woke up this morning feeling incredibly shot down, because he was!! UGH! If I learned anything from this experience its that I am a catch, and even guys from the past are now realizing this! I also have grown a greater appreciation for the current guy I have in my life. One who makes me feel special, and would never call me late night to hang out after three years of not talking. I'm not the same dumb girl I once was, and I require much more then NB could ever give me. I'm proud of the woman I have grown into. It's too bad for guys like NB who didn't realize a good thing when that had it.

Clint- I'm just not that into you.... save your drama for your baby mama. 

Fat Tuesday... as opposed to skinny Tuesday

Well its that time of the year friends, when we give up something for Lent. As a good Catholic girl, this has been a long time tradition. Maybe this could count as my confession, if I say to you dear reader, that for the past 28 years I have never made it all the way through Lent without caving into what I gave up. There, I said it, I sinned and was unable to keep away from all the things I gave up. All day I have been racking my head about all the ghosts from Lent past, things I failed to do.

Lets see there was...
- Giving up chocolate
- Giving up diet coke (that sent me to the doctor with caffinne withdrawls)
- Giving up men...actually that did work for awhile, but I didn't make it 40 days
- Working out every day
- Not cussing
- Not eating meat (pretty sure I had a burger one year)

But this year is going to be different. I am totally committed to 40 days and 40 nights of giving up candy and tortilla chips. This will be no easy task as I have a rather large container of fresh Easter chocolate on my desk at work, and Mexican food es mi favorito! I can do it though, especially with the help of you reader! If you see me out at a Mexican restaurant sporting a baseball hat, with dark glasses, desperately staring at the lonely salsa bowl, please stage a intervention. Also during these next 40 days, I want to do something good to for the world... I am still thinking about what that will be. Any suggestions dear reader?

With that being said I have 5 more hours to get my munch on... oh and to come up with a plan to make the world a better place... Maybe I should do this over a glass of wine...

Observations from a night on Henderson...

For those of you who are not in the know, Henderson Avenue is the new McKinney Ave of Dallas. It's quirky bars and upscale restaurants attract people of all sorts. On Saturday night I ventured down to the newest hot spot in Dallas with a group of girls. 

I'm a big fan of this newly updated area, because of all the great people watching. At a single bar you can see a girl in a mini dress and Jimmy Choo's as well as a girl with a punk rock t-shirt with a shaved head. All walks of life are accepted on Henderson Ave.  


My girls and I started the night at Barcadia. This establishment is known for its combo of a bar and arcade. They have Skee ball, giant Jenga, and tons of old school games like Pac Man. My posse didn't choose to partake in the games provided, instead played the ever so fun game of "watch the door"; meaning watch all of the people that come into the bar, specifically those of the male species. My type of guy definitely was not frequenting the establishment on this particular night... you know the tall, frat alumni type. Most guys that walked through the door were in a old t-shirt and SHORT! Dallas: you have a short man epidemic. I think we need to start giving our youth growth hormones for the future generations of woman who are 5'8 and above! SERIOUSLY! I was like a giant walking around in my ever so cute new Poetic Justice heels. Since we didn't see any man candy at this bar, one of the girls suggested going to Vickery Park.


I will go with the fact that the man candy at Barcadia was Godiva Chocolate compared to the scrappy fake m&ms at Vickery Park. The only saving grace this bar had to offer was the friendly bartender who hooked us up with late night burritos. Not good for the figure, but definitely good after the vodka waters! My friend and I in usual fashion made friends with randoms of which we had no interest in. We met a country bumpkin from M-i-ss-i-ss-i-pp-i, and a divorcee with a child. They were good for conversation, and the creation of our new fake names and lives (just call me Lola the parole officer). Sadly these fake m&ms believed us. Guess after a few cocktails I can be very convincing. ;)


After half a drink at Vickery Park my friend and I decided the clientele were not worth the wasted calories at this joint. Lol. 

At the end of the night I did find a cute, ex-frat boy, who was tall... D! He did appreciate my savvy pumps. This next weekend he will get to experience my country boots when we hit up Red River for some boot scootin'!