Last night, I came to a realization.  I have owned a certain t-shirt for almost 8 years… and I still wear it.  In fact, I’m wearing it as I type this post.

oldtfrontWhen it comes time to do spring/moving cleaning, I can almost always get rid of at least a shopping bag full of clothing.  But I never throw away this shirt.  It’s become so thin soft over the years, and is almost comforting to me.

I wear this long-sleeved, light grey beauty to sleep in, trips to the PC, occasional work-outs, and on the few days that I stay home watching Golden Girls reruns all day long.  I know it’s old.  It’s thin.  It’s from a HIGH SCHOOL fundraiser (the Make-A-Wish telethon in 2002 for any PHS alumni reading this) for crying out loud.  But I still wear it.  And refuse to give it up.  oldtback

But, is this behavior normal?  Should I be on “Hoarders” for keeping something so old and, for the most part, meaningless?  Does ANYONE else out there have an article of clothing this old… and still wear it??


“Sally” is on day 3 of p90x, so sore!

“Lauren” starting the cleanse tomorrow, wish me luck!

“Kelly” lost 10lbs on Isagenix so far!

Is it just my friends list, or does it seem that everyone is getting Facebook updates about someone trying the latest fad diet?  Actually, now that I think of it, I could count on one hand the number of friends I have that are currently working to eat healthier and exercise.  Everyone else is on the latest, cleanse, burn, whathaveyou.  

Um… why?

People just don’t seem to get it.  If you’re paying money for a program to lose weight, then you’re getting jipped.  Good ol’ UPMC even says so here.  You’ll most likely gain the 50 lbs you lost in two days back and then you’re still miserable.  So why are you trying it?  Because you need to lose five pounds overnight instead of in a week?

I almost feel awkward when I talk to most of my friends about wanting to lose a couple of pounds.  The conversation goes like this:

Me:  I really need to work out more.

Someone else:  Just don’t eat carbs, drink water and cayenne pepper, and run five miles a day.  The weight just fell off of me when I did that.

Me:  Doesn’t sound too easy and not exactly healthy.

Someone else:  Well I got sick and was angry all the time, but it worked.

Me:  Hmm.. I think I’m just going to eat more protein and get to the gym more.


Am I totally missing the point here?  Is diet and exercise waaaay too 2005 and I need to be in starvation mode?  And why must we post all updates on Facebook?  I’m really not all about visualizing the results of any “cleanse”  and I really think you’re kind of a dumbass for letting us all know that you fell victim to a fad diet.  I’m much more likely to “like” a status saying that someone lost weight as a result of healthy eating and exercise.  But that’s just me.

Thanks to my girl Poods for enlightening me to this awesome story via Facebook.

One of my favorite parts of flying is looking at the Skymall catalog.  Love it.  And I’m a big enough doofus that actually says “I could use that” to over half the products in there.  Same was true while going through the pictures here, but I was laughing so hard I cried at some (who DOESN’T want a T-Rex wall mount?!!?!).

I was JUST THINKING about how pasty my feet are!! THANKS SkyMall!!!

Would any of you guys buy this crap?

Last night, while enjoying a few Tanqueray and tonics with the boyfriend and our roommate, we decided to watch the movie, “Stepbrothers” with Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly.  Hilarious movie, but don’t expect a legitimate plot line.  It’s packed full of fantastic one-liners and really ridiculous scenes.  If you’re a fan of that humor, please Netflix that immediately.

If you haven’t seen the movie, it’s about two men in their early forties who basically never grew up.  Their parents married each other, and the two did not get along until they realized they have a common interest in “nuddie mags”, kung fu, and a man crush on John Stamos.  Anyways, as the story moves along, the two men are forced to grow up and move out of their parents’ house and go their separate ways.  When they reunite, they have grown up, but also lost their quirky antics.  It’s at this time when the father/stepfather character tells a story about a time when he wanted to be a dinosaur when he grew up.  When he grew up and became a famous doctor, he realized he obviously cannot be a dinosaur and thus became a “boring grown-up.”  The moral of the story is “don’t lose your dinosaur.”  Meaning, that just because you grow up… don’t lose your passion for life!!!  

The reason I brought this up is because this scene made me think of my pal Amanda’s post yesterday in which one of the questions she asked of us readers was “What was the very first thing you wanted to be when you grew up?”  It’s fun to think of what our hopes and dreams were back in our sandbox and swing set days and chuckle at how our path has changed.  My answer back when I was 5 was “janitor.”  This was because in kindergarten, we had a janitor named Sophie.  Sophie was the sh*t.  She talked to all of us during lunch, brought us our milk at snack time, and knew us all by name.  The fact that twenty years later I still remember her means that she was a pretty big deal to me.  So I wanted to be like her.

Now, I have since realized that I am NOT a fan of cleaning toilets and little kid puke, so I’ve changed my mind about the janitor career.  But I believe that because of that, I’ve always wanted to go into some sort of helping profession, possibly with kids.  And after I (finally) finish school, I’ll get that dream career.  I talked about this with my coworkers last night, too.  My boss told us that when she was little, she wanted to be a vet.  I know she didn’t end up going to school for any sort of science concentration (I think), but I know she still has a huge heart for animals as a result.

So, what’s your “dinosaur?”  Are you living it?

Yesterday, I met Earl.  He’s a laid-off construction worker (until the weather warms up) in his mid forties, divorced, with two children around college age with whom he is very close.

I also met Susan.  She’s in her thirties and has three kids in elementary school.  She the president of the PTA, and happily married for about 10 years to her college sweetheart.  

Okay, so I really didn’t meet these people.  But yesterday, my car was in the shop and I spend about three hours in the waiting room at the repair shop waiting for new tie rods (?) and I could only take so much of Kathie Lee and Hoda AND the crazy briefcase game!

I’m a people watcher.  I like to sit in the mall and watch people go about their day.  When I’m in a waiting room, I watch people and make up stories.  I blame this on my father.  We vacationed at Myrtle Beach, SC every year during my childhood.  And every year, he brought the binoculars to people watch outside the folks walking the beach.  I would join in, and make up stories about the people we see.

When I tell people about my crazy habit, I get mixed reactions.  My coworker, Kate (thanks for reading, by the way) agrees with me.  She even makes stories up about couples she sees and understands where I’m coming from.  The boyfriend thinks I’m a weirdo… but he almost always thinks that.

Is anyone else out there a self-proclaimed people watcher?


  • Jen: Omg...I never saw that article...that guy IS a scumbag. I hate reading stuff like that, it makes me sick. I'm glad his brother found a good home with
  • Kim @ Don't Kid Yourself: Wow that guy really is such a scumbag- that stuff disgusts me. Glad to hear the dog found a good home. Seems like she fits in great! The video is too
  • lose weight expert: very good art:)