Yesterday while looking cross eyed at a spreadsheet my mom called and here is the conversation:
me: Hey mom, what’s up?
Mom: I heard the news, are you okay?
Mom: I heard the news and wanted to see if you were okay. . .
me: What in the world are you talking about?
Mom: I read that Ben Rothlisberger is getting married in July and wanted to make sure you were okay after hearing the news.
me: Umm, yeah, knew about that a few months ago. . . oh and Gardner calls him Ski Nose
Mom: (laughing) He doesn’t like him?
For some of my friends, they have gotten quite used to me saying, “Well, my future husband, Ben Rothlisberger, is going to kick butt in (enter that week’s game here). And yes, I know that I am a grown up but I can’t help it. To me he is cute and he just happens to play for my favorite NFL team.
So as long as Ben is happy then I am happy. And now my delusional self will go clean the bathroom before company arrives.
What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!
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