Things come full circle, don't they?

I am thankful for many things in my life- my wonderful friends, my beautiful family, my health, my sick dance moves, and most of all my super special ability to make God chuckle from time to time.


That's really my only explination for the things that happen in my life.

We all remember Short Stack, right? The babyfoot dangler that didn't quite "measure up" well, obviously I quickly ended that romance because I don't want my future children to be circus midgets. And by "ended the romance" I mean I never spoke to him again or answered any of his Facebook messages, texts, or emails.

"Hi, Hope your doing well. Did I do something bad on the date that you don't want to talk to me again. Cuz i thought you were really cool person to get to no. Well hope to hear from you again."

-Okay, other than your terrible grammar and lack of punctuation skills, you are a liar. You are not 5'8. You are 5'3. Maybe... on a good day... standing on a phone book.

It was ONE date. I would think that if someone doesn't contact me after the date, I would get the point and move on. Ive been blown off before, it's okay. It happens. Don't continue to make me feel bad for you.


Well, this past weekend my family came down and we spent the whole weekend playing in Austin and enjoying time together. Yesterday, my mom and I spent the whole day walking around, picking up little snacks, drinking wine and checking out the little stores. Our last stop was a mexican restuarant that I had never been in to, but it seemed to look okay. We walked in, put our name on the list, walked to the bar and WHO WALKS RIGHT UP TO ME?!

Thats right, Mr. Small Fry himself.

WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY?

Uhhh, sorry, I don't have a cell phone anymore, or a Facebook, or a computer so I havent actually been blowing you off, I just decided to move into a cave after our date.

No, that wont work. I had my phone in my hand, and I update my fb status regularly.


So, I just smiled, gave him a hug and looked him RIGHT IN THE EYE (cuz were the same height) and said, "See you around, talk to you later!"

Im a liar. Bad move, Cinderella.

As we all know, the MAVERICKS WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP last night so naturally I sent a shout out to the guy that I took to the Texans game... remember? The one who broke up with me because I said if we were together that he probably shouldn't be together with other people? Yeah that one. He's a Spurs fan (stupid) and bet me $100 and his friend bet me $35 that the Mavs would lose.

WELL BOOM BABY. I sent them a shoutout that said "Hey stupidboy#1 that'll be $100, and stupidboysfriend that will be $35 from you! GO MAVS GO.

And what happens next? Poor little 1/2 Stack of Pancakes "likes" my status.

He knows I don't live in a cave, knows I have a phone, knows I check my Facebook but DOESNT KNOW WHY THINGS AREN'T GONNA WORK OUT BETWEEN US, MIJO!


Continuing down Awkward Lane-

Last night StepMutta sent me a text and the conversation went a little something like this:

Her: Are you watching this?
Me: Mavs game?
Her: Yep.
Me: You betcha.
Her: Are you working? From the Father figure
Me: Nope, laying in bed like a slug.
Her: I told your dad that and he says: "Like a slut?" nice.
Me: Definitely. Thanks, Dad.
Me: Just being "receptive and open"

My Dad is a creep, with a hearing problem.

Last time I was in Dtown we had a discussion about why I am single and he said that my problem is two things:
1. I have WAYY too high of a self esteem. (A direct gene from him, I might add)
2. I am not open and receptive enough to people that like me and want to take me out.

I don't think that's what he meant by open and receptive, but I would have never in a zillion years say the word slut to my father, much less in reference to myself. Dumbdumb.


And I might have a sky high self esteem but I refuse to be with anything less than fabulous.

Im a fabulous person, YA HEAR?