Texas Lou

This morning, as I was driving to work, I spotted two high school-aged kids waiting at a bus stop.  They were both staring down intensely at their cell phones, texting away at their little hearts’ content no doubt.

This image conjured up memories of waiting for the bus on the corner of Kindle Oaks and King’s Castle many years ago and using the time to chat with my peers whom I probably would have never spoken to otherwise if we didn’t have the bus stop in common.  This was something I desperately needed, although I didn’t know it at the time, due to my shy, awkward teen years and my fear of communicating with others my age who intimidated me. 

The two texting teens made me think how ironic it is that the cell phone, a very powerful tool that was invented to increase communication and social activity, actually hinders those very ideas and promotes a taciturn demeanor by providing the user with an alternative focus to engage their attention.  Why would the two teenagers need to communicate with each other and possibly find something in common and maybe even become friends when there is a cell phone there in which they can bury their social anxiety.  It’s like those kids in college who would walk across campus listening to their iPods, thus releasing them from any social responsibilities. 

Perhaps technology, in its attempt to bring the global span of humanity together through faster and more efficient communication, is actually making the human race grow farther apart by allowing us to ignore our gregarious instincts with battery-powered distractions.  Or perhaps the two teens were just texting with each other because there’s no need to let those unlimited monthly texts that mom and dad are paying for go to waste!

I saw someone coming out of the men’s bathroom with a catalogue at work this morning.  It made me laugh.  I’ve got nothing against reading on the pot…I’m all for multitasking.  However, I’m not gonna flaunt this fact at work either.

Although if he was reading work-related materials then I’m sure his boss would be proud that he’s trying to minimize break time by bringing his work into the bathroom with him!

This is Eva as a kitten discovering the other species that shares our home. It wasn’t long before she figured out how to find her way to the top. Now the goal is to find her way in. Hopefully that won’t happen for Shadow’s sake.

I’m so glad that autumn is finally almost here! 

One thing that I have learned to appreciate about living on the East Coast is the beautiful weather and scenery that takes over between September and November.  Leaves changing colors and the weather getting colder is something I rarely got to experience growing up in southern Texas.  Now that I live in central Virginia, I can’t get enough of it!

I love taking pictures of the leaves changing colors from bright greens to various hues of orange, brown, yellow, and red.  I love getting to bundle up in sweaters and fleece and sit by a bonfire and drink apple cider.  And I love all of the fall festivals that take place during this time of year.  The Graves Mountain Apple Harvest Festival, the Carter Mountain Orchard Apple Harvest Festival, and the Fall Fiber Festival and Montpelier Sheep Dog Trials are just a few that I plan on attending!

The next couple of months are sure to be filled with lots of fun and plenty of pictures.

Saturday, I ran the Charlottesville Women’s 4 Miler  for breast cancer.  I was excited for the race because it’s basically a huge party in the street with lots of people cheering you on and tons of strong women running for a good cause.

However, I was also a little nervous because I hadn’t really trained for the race this year.

Well I’m proud to say that I finished the race, had a fun time running it, and beat my time from last year.

Thanks to Charlottesville Women’s 4 Miler website for the stats.

I’m notorious for having really crazy dreams.  As a little girl, I dreamt that my mom tucked me in at night and told me that in the morning, we would be trading in my little girl boobies for big girl boobies.  I thought the dream was reality and woke up the next morning disappointed when my mom had no clue what I was talking about.  In high school I used to entertain my friends with the elaborate stories my brain had come up with while I slumbered.  To this day, I still have these wild dreams and manage to remember them so that they may entertain my peers.

Lately, I’ve been having a dream with a similar theme over and over again.  In the dream, my family is packing up and moving out of the house that I grew up in, which shall now be referred to as the Katy House from here on out.  This isn’t so weird except that my mom and siblings moved out of the Katy House 3 years ago.  So why am I just now having dreams about it?  The dreams aren’t stressful, sad, happy, or have any strong emotional feeling to them.  It’s just weird that my subconscious brain seems to be obsessed with this topic lately when I never even think about it while awake.

If anyone has a talent for analyzing dreams, I’d love to know your interpretation.

Saturday night I went out with some girlfriends to a club called Three that hosts 80s Night every Saturday.  The most perfect part of the evening, besides hearing Journey off course, was getting to sing and dance with my ladies to “Girls Just Want To Have Fun” by Cyndi Lauper. 

You know how at parties, there’s always a drunk girl screaming, “It’s My Song!” at the top of her lungs when a certain song comes on?  Well that was me when the DJ started up “Girls Just Want To Have Fun”…except for the drunk part because I was designated driver on Saturday.  It’s my absolute favorite song of all time, has been my ring tone for 6 or 7 years now, and it is my number 1 song of choice when it comes to Karaoke!

I highly recommend checking out the Miley Cyrus cover of it as well. 

So next time you hear that song, think of me, the obnoxious, drunk girl in the middle of the dance floor belting out “When the working day is done, oh girls just want to have fun” like her voice doesn’t sound terrible and like no one is watching.  Hopefully that will put a smile on your face!  🙂

About a month ago, I had an accident at softball practice and got hit in the head with a softball.  Luckily I was alright, but I went to the emergency room just for those warm fuzzies (cause you never know with head injuries).

I was maybe in the hospital (which is actually not even a real hospital but an urgent care center being converted into an emergency room) for an hour and a half, was given no meds (not even ibuprofen), and didn’t even see a doctor (I saw a nurse practitioner).  The only instruments used on this visit were a sphygmonanometer to take my blood pressure, a thermometer to take my temperature, a flashlight to check my eyes, and a wheelchair because I wasn’t walking so well.  They didn’t even prescribe me anything and all this cost $411!  Imagine how much it would have been if I had actually seen a real doctor or required some sort of x-rays or an MRI.

Lucky for me I have health insurance which covered the bulk of the bill although I still have to pay around $120.  I just wish I knew what caused the bill to be so high.  Maybe those expensive laytex gloves?  They were a hot commodity in high school Biology…the teacher used to sell them for 50 cents a glove during dissections!

That’s how many blogs I’m subscribed to on Google Reader.  A bit much, no?

On occasion, I like to share with a random stranger, like the blackjack dealer at my table in Vegas, that when I give birth to my future children, assuming I’m still living outside of Texas, I’ll place a shoebox full of Texas dirt underneath the hospital bed so that I can say my children were born on Texas soil.  People usually laugh and think I’m kidding or drunk, but I’m totally serious.

Of course I can’t take credit for this idea myself.  I have Wikipedia and the father of Colt McCoy, the quarterback for the Texas Longhorns, to thank for this BRILLIANT idea!  According to Wikipedia and several other online sources,

 “McCoy’s parents were from Texas, but his father, Brad McCoy, was working just across the Texas border in Hobbs, New Mexico at the time of Colt’s birth. Brad McCoy reportedly brought a shoe-box of Texas dirt to the hospital and slid it under the bed so that Colt could be born “over Texas soil”. The story may or may not be true, as his father has chosen to “plead the fifth” when asked to confirm it.“

If you’re out there reading, Brad McCoy, I just want to say THANK YOU for this AWESOME idea!  I’m totally doing it!  As a matter of fact, I can’t wait to have kids, just so I can prove to everyone that I am actually going to go through with this!  It’s a helluvalot cheaper than flying to Texas to give birth.

I also plan on naming my first son Dallas.  Dallas Davidson has a nice ring to it, don’t ya think?