My very best friend in the whole wide world is engaged. It’s really crazy and of the utmost excitement. Of all the boys she has dated…and she has dated some interesting characters…I’ve never been excited like I am with her fiance now. I remember when we were obsessed with these two unnamed characters in Memphis, and we would document every “sign” about how we were destined to be wed to them. For an indisputable example, I painted my nails orange in 7th grade and my future husband was wearing an orange shirt on the same day. On top of that, we breathed in and out at the same time at…

It’s CHRISTMAS WEEK! You may wonder what I’m doing all week. Working until Friday, of course. Taylor gets tomorrow and Thursday off. Boo on him. I met a girl today named Victroia. Her name is pronounced “Victoria” but her parents misspelled it at birth and never had it changed. Tragic. It reminds me though of a few lovelies I met in Memphis. First, the employee of the month at Wendy’s by my high school – Bea Hooker. Second, another employee at a fast food joint – Fredlicia. Another is too embarrassing to say in mixed company (but ask me later because it is really really funny). In honor of the…

Even though I am a marketer and somewhat of a salesperson by nature, I fall for sales pitches quicker than anything. The “friendly salesman” is the one that gets me. He sells like a friend, and I always like a good friend. I thought I was bad, but I’d like to introduce everyone to my husband, Taylor. Here is what Taylor was sold on yesterday: Yep – a year’s supply of meat. This used to be our freezer. Now it’s strictly a meat locker. How did this happen? I’ll tell you. Some guy in our complex is a door-to-door meat salesman. He came to our door, asked if he could…

I almost forgot my login. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve blogged..and for the record, this one will not be about trends. Maybe tomorrow. I used to like blogging (and probably blogged too much at one time) but it sure a slippery slope to laziness. If you aren’t intentional, it doesn’t happen. Twitter became my micro-blogging and most of what I have to say could be said in 160 characters or less anyway. My new goal for my blog is to become the next Pioneer Woman. In order to be the next her, I’d have to:-Go up about 10 degrees in funniness-Learn to cook…well. Not just cook.-Become miraculously brilliant…