And another thing...

If I want a truck, I'm going to get a truck.

Just because I'm a girl, don't tell me to borrow my husband's truck! I know you can't see me but my clothes are ripping and I'm about to turn in the incredible hulk(ette).

I have every right to own a truck. And until recently there haven't even been any guys willing to help me move big objects so for years now, besides my dad, I've had to fend for myself. Now I've found someone with big muscles that is willing to help.

Thanks to my freakin awesome boyfriend who drives, hauls, and gentlemans. :) But a girls gotta fend for herself too. You know pump our own gas, move our own beds. I think a girl who can do that stuff is awesome, and when she is lucky enough to have someone to do it for her and she'll allocate it to him. even better. that's meekness.

indecision will be the death of me

After years of being tormented by a car that is 60 years older than I, the day has come when I get a newer younger version.

For a long time I have felt that I should be wearing dentures and white orthopedic shoes when I step out of my car. For Pete's sake the name of the car is OLDSMOBILE!

No longer. I am trying to find the farthest thing from a grandma car. Something that can't be assigned the name, "hoopty."
The problem is indecision. I can't decide on what I want or even how much I want to pay. What started as 4000 has somehow inched it's way up to 7000. And what started as a pick-up has become a crossover.

So for my sake here is my list of possibilities. You can skip over this part, it's really for my sanity.

Toyota:
4runner, Tacoma

Honda:
Passport, Civic, Accord

Ford:
Ranger

Nissan:
Truckish

As you can tell I don't know much about cars.

So while this is the most difficult decision I've made in a while I can say adios to the hoopty.

Farewell bizo.

Bullheaded

When I asked my sister to join the bro, the man, and me for paintballing, she said, "No thanks. I don't care to be a target for everyone else." I thought, "Lame. I always knew you were the weaker sister, no wonder why I'm mom and dad's favorite."



So we packed up gear and got ready to spend the day adrenalin filled and paint covered. As we arrived at the meeting place my tough exterior was beginning to melt.



The 30 some guys we were going to play with actually had a name (Strength and Honor) and a waiver to sign so we couldn't hold them liable when the welts we received turned into permanent contusions. They were dressed in full camo with packs and special gear.



Just in case you were wondering at my previous abilities... I'd shot a paint ball gun one time before- at a dumpster behind Shopko about 3 years ago. Also I don't play Halo until my eyes bleed. I don't pretend I'm at war with my girlfriends. And if you heard the sound I make for a machine gun you'd think I was having an epileptic seisure. These guys had the serious upper hand.



After a 20 minute drive where the man and the bro decide to psych me out by telling me how bad it hurts and that they would be shooting me throughout the day for fun, we finally arrived at the scene of the disaster.



The first game ended for me with my first wound, which didn't hurt as much as I was expecting. But I was still on the verge of tears from the intimidation.



The second game ended when I tried to run to the next rock, but as soon as I made my first step they lit me up, whilst yelling, "Got the girl! She's gone!" Oh yeah, did i forget to tell you I was the only girl who was playing? Me playing with a troop of male paintballers was like making a guy watch Grey's Anatomy and expecting him to understand when we cry at Merideth's house of candles.



I nearly cried twice today.



And so... I was done. I sat out the rest of the day trying my best to hold back my tears of defeat and cheer on my teammates.



I decided that my sister is the smart one and I am the bullheaded one that thinks I'm as tuff as the guys, when really all I accomplished today was being a target with a ponytail.

i'm gonna rock summer.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water. - Carl Reiner

I've said "I'm officially done with winter!" about 1,000 times now since January 1st. When you take the Christmas decorations down, Mother Nature should put away the snow, too.

I should not still be waking up to the ground covered in a blanket of snow.

So needless to say, I'm ecstatic for the arrival of Spring, let alone Summer!

I can't wait for the day when I don't have to cancel plans because the elements have consorted against me. I thought I'd go for a jog. No. That was silly, becuase now it's raining. I thought I'd go longboarding. Why wend the wind chill is -20. And keep in mind, I make the plans when the weather is nice. It just so happens that the stability of the weather right now is less than the stockmarket. Poor Dow :(

Tan lines, sun burns and air conditioning. That's what i'm holding on to.