Under the Teflon Couch

Celebration

Why don't we have Christmas lights all year long?

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner?

I will be in Savannah this weekend if anyone is interested in a latte or a beer! I have to do community service Saturday morning, but should be free Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday! Let me know if you are available and want to ketchup! Sorry for the short notice. Brandi, since you are a downtowner now, give me some not-so-tourist tips on places to hang out, I like your taste. Thanks, hope to see you!

Under the Teflon Couch

A few short and long months ago, I was sitting on my couch with a strange stranger. As we were getting to know each other, and as I was being reintroduced to myself, I disclosed the fact that my couch is coated with Teflon. Yeah, I know Teflon causes cancer, but what's a clumsy girl to do. Anyways, I can't remember the nature of the conversation, but somehow one of us said "under the Teflon couch," and I really liked the way it sounded. The I started thinking, a "Under the Teflon couch" is a really great metaphor for life.
The couch is the centerpiece of the living room. The room where we live: where life happens. We sit on it, sleep on it, make-out on it (I know you want me to talk about my liking of bodily fluids, but I only do that on other people's blogs), eat on it, watch t.v. on it, figure out our lives on it. It is the heart of the home; it's a good thing mine is coated in Teflon.
In life--on the couch--we have to take the good with the bad. Hopefully, we can wipe away the stains of the bad; even though a barely visible spot may remain, we can erase most of the eyesore. Coat yourself in Teflon, don't let the bad things stick. Remember them, learn from them, revisit them if necessary, but wipe them away from your couch--your centerpiece.
There will always be dust under the couch. As I said in an earlier post, I think they are part of what makes us who we are, but don't let them be a part of our centerpiece--our couch--keep them in their place under the couch, to eventually be swept away.

Have a great afternoon. Comment and tell me what you have done on your couch lately (within reason.)

It's a Beautiful Day

I woke up this morning at 6, started proofing and finishing up my appellate brief, had a Starbuck's double shot, had another Starbuck's double shot, and then went to school. Once I drove onto the overly crowded parking lot and MY spot in the grass was taken, I knew what was about to happen. I had already skipped my 8:30 Contracts class and the search for a parking spot was all I needed to persuade me to skip Torts (I hate Torts.) Long story short, I went home, loaded my computer that I forgot (maybe on purpose), and pretended to go to school. I didn't make it. I had Malinda day instead, and it was great.
I used to hate that I could blow things off so easily, just waking up and decided to do or not to do something, but now it is one of my favorite things about me. Life is too short to not take advantage of a beautiful day, a walk in the park, chocolate, beer, dominos, gardening, whatever. Of course, if it was something really important and I skipped it I might have issues I need to confront, but just a normal day of school--who cares. The joy I got out of laying out in the warm Florida sun, on the 6th floor of the parking garage, in the heart of downtown Jacksonville, probably giving everyone in the skyscrapers around a nice show, is, I'm sure, more than I would've gotten out of a Strict Liability lecture.
Moral of the story, I had a great day doing nothing, doing everything. Sometimes you need to just say F it, I'm going to enjoy the day and there's nothing Torts can do about it. The only thing that would've made it better is if I would've been able to spend it with a certain sexy neighbor.

I miss you!

Hi girls! I've really been missing our Tuesday and Thursday luncheon meetings lately (I'm talking to you, not the cake)! I think this pic pretty much sums it up. I found a pic of a sandwich and and Orangina, but I think we all really know why we went to Bodi's! See how excited I am by my overuse of the exclamation point!!

Mmmm...Sloppy Joe

Tag, I'm it

I'm not so sure what it means to be "tagged," but based on my knowledge of the childhood game, I think I'm it. Here you go girls, let me know if I breach some blog etiquette or something.

Four jobs you've had:
1. Gymnastics coach
2. Landscaper
3. Personal assisstant (ironic isn't it?)
4. Art researcher

Four movies I can watch over and over:
1. Zoolander
2. Closer
3. Say Anything
4. A Christmas Story

Four places I've lived:
1. Jupiter, Florida
2. Savannah, Georgia
3. Huntington Beach, Claifornia
4. Los Angeles, California

Four TV shows I love:
1. One Tree Hill
2. 24
3. The OC
4. Seinfeld

Four places I've vacationed:
1. Europe
2. Puerto Rico
3. Mexico
4. Pedro's South of the Border

Four of my favorite dishes:
1. Chocolate upon chocolate upon chocolate (dark, of course)
2. Garlic Chicken from The King and I
3. Tiramisu
4. Tomatoes/Avocados

Four sites I visit daily:
1. Ikea (I'm in the market for a bed)
2. Sunday Morning
3. Breathable Air
4. FCSL

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. Vegas
2. In a new bed with a certain sexy neighbor
3. Having a cocktail (make it a double)
4. All of the above at the same time would be nice

Four Bloggers I'm Tagging:
Alicia
Brandi
Kirsten
Christy

"It's ruffley and looks like underwear"

First of all, don't ever eat at the school cafeteria-any school cafeteria. I don't care if you attend the Culinary Institute of America, they should all be shut down. And if you are dying of starvation and must eat to survive and the only source of "nutrition" is a school cafe, stay away from anything that contains mayonnaise, chicken, ranch dressing, sour cream, cheese, meat or anything processed, cooked or uncooked. But don't listen to me-I'm bitter. I ate at school yesterday, which I have done on occasion because its free. I won't ever do it again. I technically didn't get sick, partly because of the 2 glasses of wine and 4 tylenols I took, but a little piece of me died yesterday. I felt like my stomach was going through some mytosis process, splitting in halves, then splitting again and again and again. In fact, I may well have of 1.2 million stomachs. Thanks Java Juction. Thats how I felt this morning. By the time I got home this afternoon I was feeling better so I went to Publix to grab something for dinner. I shopped, bought weird stuff I may never eat, and dumped my loot in the Jeep. I was so excited about taking a sip of my icycold Vitamin water that I mistakenly left my purse in the abandoned shopping cart (which, by the way, I didn't walk back to the cart corral.) As soon as I realized that I had left it I turned around, instinctually thinking it would be right where I left it. When I got in the very busy parking lot a mere ten minutes later, the cart was still there, but no purse. I went inside and frantically searched, grabbing a nice looking man to aid in the hunt. We put out an Amber alert for the purse that looks like blue and green panties, but to no avail. I broke down and publicly cried, looking at everyone in the parking lot with a suspicious sneer. My cash, my colored pens that I just spent $6 on, my ipod earphones, my passport, MY LIPGLOSSES, my phone with all of my pictures on it (some are the type you don't want to share), everything gone. I immediately declared it stolen. Less than 2 hours later the store called my mom and notified her that they had my purse. Of course I had already cancelled everything, but am thrilled to have it back. Moral of the story: people are inherently good, don't lose sight of that. Keep the faith (and no cafeteria food-EVER.)

The Funniest Thing...

Some of you will get this analogy, for the others just feel sorry for those of us that do.
Today, as I was enjoying the warm Florida sun in the "quad," eagerly anticipating class, a fellow student made this perfectly stated comment: "Going from Civil Procedure with Shannon to Property with Jorgensen is like going from the Dentist to the Proctologist." Let me add that it is also like paying double for the services! Welcome to my Thursday afternoon!

The Funniest Thing...

I have two funny things to report today, you decide which is the funniest.
First, my dog recently learned that she doesn't have to jump down to the floor and then back up on the couch to get from one to the other. You see, I have hardwood floors and every time she takes a leap there is a good shot that she'll loose her footing and just eat it. Now that she has figured out that she can travel around the room without touching the floor, she is stoked. Today, for no apparent transportation purposes, she jumped back and forth between the two couches. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I laughed out loud.
Second, as I was coming home from dinner with my supersexy neighbor and his brother, I ran into some manual transmission difficulties. You see, I have a manual transmission automoblie, but don't really know what to do with it. Even though I have to go up the same hill at least once a day in my driveway, I still manage to either stall out or almost blow my engine every time. This time I did both. It was more funny to me today because I got to share the experience. Usually I just laugh at myself. T I'm not so sure that practice makes perfect. I always think I am improving, but I think I am just optimistic. If anyone has any usefull tips (besides trading in my car for an automatic) feel free to pass them on.