Losing my way with words

I'll be honest. I cyber-stalked my brother last night... mainly because I haven't talked to him in a while. We have only text messaged (tex-mexed) very briefly since his departure to Cali.
He left this comment for his roommate... I don't know if he made this up, but I wouldn't be surprised if he did.


How To Give A Man Hug

Don't get left behind, learn how to show your affection for your fellow man.

Step 1: When to hug
If celebrating a sports win, you will find that suddenly worrying about hugging is no longer an issue. Anything goes.

Step 2: The approach
When going for a hug, make it clear what you are doing. You won't want to catch the huggee off-guard. Start by spreading your hands wide with you right hand about 20 centimeters higher than the left. Lean back ever so slightly. This is a non-threatening stance, making it clear you are not about to attack. Tilt your head to the left - this lets your huggee know where you are going so they can do the opposite. Otherwise, there may be an embarrassing collision.

Step 3: Embrace
Step in towards your compadre. Your right hand will go over his shoulder, with your head going to the left of his. Show your sincerity by gripping your friend firmly in your arms - there is nothing worse than a floppy, half-hearted attempt. Keep your head level and facing forwards. Looking down, or turning towards your mate may end up as inappropriate nuzzling. Hold the embrace for as long as you feel comfortable... a second or two will do.

Step 4: The pat
This is the crucial part of a man hug, separating it from a traditional cuddle. With your left hand pat your buddy 3 or 4 times on the back. This demonstrates you are still men - you may be affectionate, but you can still dish out some pain. If you still feel this is too effeminate for you, then give a light, double punch instead of a pat.

Step 5:The break
While you are giving the final pat, break. Lift your hands smartly away, don't slide them over your buddy in a lingering manner. This may confuse them, and you. Alternatively, you could finish by gripping your friend firmly on the upper arms and saying something celebratory:
"Well Done, Grant", "Congratulations", or "You learned how to swim!."


Marky Mark is so entertaining :)

Posted in: on Thursday, September 27, 2007 at at 2:06 AM 1 comments  

Something tells me this won't be the last time I get tagged...



1. What were you doing 10 years ago? Living it up as a Memorial Mustang... Spending 2+hours training in and out of the pool. Paid off ... got my fastest times that year. How disturbing is it that my sophomore year of high school was ten years ago...



2. What were you doing 5 years ago? Living at the Enclave in College Station with Emily and Kristin. I think that's the semester I met Miss Em K too.



3. What were you doing 1 year ago?Actually had just gotten my first job as an RN, which I still have. The Lord's timing was perfect. Thank you Jesus!



4. What did you do yesterday? Got a cute haircut and spent an hour trying to find and kill a transient roach in my room. Lots of squealing and nausea.



5. Snacks I enjoy ... Kashi stuff, reduced-fat wheat thins (i tend to eat half a box in one sitting), carbs



6. Things I would do with $100 million dollars ... where should I start ...give as much of it away as possible (church, missions, the expedition of I-10 construction), buy my neighbor a smaller car so she wouldn't park so close to me with her Clubwagon Van , pay off Lucy (my car), buy my mom a new house, pay for Mark's ginormous tuition, trade my job for something that gives me back my weekends, get a Golden retriever... travel everywhere.



7. Locations I would run to ... Blue Ridge Mountains, Belize, Higgins Lake, Michigan; Austin, TX lots more for sure

8. Bad habits I have ...overanalyzing, worrying, procrastinating, putting off sleep, eating half a box of reduced fat wheat thins (haven't done this one in quite some time), being super competitive (although that is a side I try to hide)

9. Things I like to do: Find new music, go to concerts, drink Coffee, read, watch Gilmore Girls, play with healthy kids, walk/run outside

10. Biggest joy of the moment: Anticipating spending some sweet time with Jesus in a few minutes:)

Posted in: on at at 12:11 AM 1 comments  

I'm a chronic avoider of shopping carts. Something about the way you can sneak up on people at the end of the store aisles and have near or actual cart-collisions, makes me love the handy basket. I like mobility and non-confrontation.
There are those awkward moments though, when you realize that you should have actually chosen the cart. You can't trade now... NO, that would be embarrassing. Instead, the top items are balancing way above the perimeter of the basket, and you've developed a limp from it's colossal weight.
That was me this morning.

Posted in: on Friday, September 21, 2007 at at 9:38 AM 0 comments  

Posted in: on Wednesday, September 19, 2007 at at 11:57 PM 1 comments  

My apartment has a mystery stench that floats through the a/c vents approximately once every few months, overstaying it's welcome for about half an hour. It reminds me of a mixture somewhere between dead animal and sewage.
The arrival directly correlates with the air flow when the ac is on, and yes, I've checked the pilot light. There is no way this smell is a natural gas leak.

Right now I'm just thankful it didn't show up for the Prayer and Praise we hosted recently(phew!).
Any ideas?

Posted in: on at at 1:09 AM 1 comments  

I went shopping for a new wedding dress yesterday(the spectator kind), and definitely found myself alone in the dressing room with a dress stuck right around my shoulders. My female audience knows exactly what I'm talking about...

Typically, if shopping solo, these events can escalate from awkward to scary, fairly quickly.
With this most recent trip to the mall, I spent seconds debating whether I should wiggle my way out versus call out for help...all while trying to peer through an armhole in the mirror just in case there was an escape route via some opening in the dress I just wasn't finding.

Sure the sales rep had asked me if I needed help three times before I was stuck, but the second I'm about to calculate which seam can rip the fastest, she is no where to be found.

All that being said, I survived and am the owner of a new super-cute dress.

Posted in: on Friday, September 14, 2007 at at 12:23 AM 3 comments