Stuff from Stephers

I used to share a blog with Melissa, but she's been MIA for a few months, so I made it all mine! Random thoughts on my every day life to bore you with.

Friday, February 23, 2007


Yesterday in the nice weather I saw quite a few old men cruising around in convertibles. And yes, I seriously mean cruising. Like they're rolling down some drag picking up chicks. Except, when did men stop realizing that convertibles are chick cars? I saw a guy in an Eclipse convertible and his seat was leaned back and his arm was hanging out the side of the car like he was cool. Except he was old and he was driving an Eclipse! It's like these old guys have been saving the convertibles and driving their winter cars until yesterday when they pulled out the cool-mobiles.

I have also realized that I'm going to have to re-learn to run in humid air. Agh!!

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Like little butterflies landed on her head

Saffy shows off her spring haircut and pretty yellow bows

Whoever said that I was most like my dog, well you're right - we're some good lookin' ladies!

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Personal Shopper

I want a necklace sort of similar to the one that Hilda is wearing in this photo. If you don't watch Ugly Betty, Hilda is the girl on the left that is standing. I like the star thing, although maybe a little smaller and more of a necklace and not the way it comes together and then drops down. Does anyone have any shopping hints? Websites that might have such a thing? When September was here we shopped a couple little shops like Francesca's and Blue Elephant and found something similar, but the thing was a sparrow instead of a star. I really want a star!! Call it an ugly 80's trend, or say I'm just following the herd, but I think it's pretty. So, if you have any suggestions I'd love to hear them. Otherwise, I might end up with the sparrow.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Call me Cupid

So, here's something funny, I'm doing couples counseling on Valentines Day. Consider it ironic, poetic or logical, but whatever you consider IT to be, consider ME to be cupid.

Warning: read on only if you want to hear my sentimental babble.

This whole counseling thing makes me think about things a LOT. One thing I was thinking about this morning is what a blessing in disguise it was for me to have been so depressed last year. I thought crazy things while I was depressed. Things like "my friends aren't planning anything because they don't really want to hang out with me anyway" when it was really just the fact that we had all sunk so deeply into our "roles" that since I (the planner) was out of commission, there was nobody there to insist that everyone get together. I love my friends, especially for the fact that even when I insist on doing the most random things, they participate. But now, things are so much better because everyone suggests things and plans things. I really think my turning point in being depressed was the Cocktail Exchange that Barbara planned. She heard what I was saying, and that I was asking for help, and she immediately planned something. That was like the light at the end of my tunnel. Because really, if you are just activity partners with your friends, then your connection isn't really that deep. And we aren't just activity partners. I think that's the problem with the whole thing where people think their lives will improve if they "try new things and meet new people" because if you're just talking about the activity (horseback riding, counseling, God, whatever) then you aren't connecting on a personal level. I also feel like the way we got into some of our "roles" was that I was so over the top about planning things that people just sort of stopped trying. I'm trying really hard to not do that again, so we don't get back into roles, because believe it or not, roles don't work. The presence of roles equals the presence of dysfunction. I'm not saying that is an absolute, but I'm saying to look at the system and see what happened to cause the roles to be. I love planning, that's a passion, but that doesn't mean that I want to always initiate everything. There's a difference, and I think we're all really starting to grow up because we're able to grow and expand our roles and what we are together. Different people step up for different things, and we're much more honest about who we really are. Only showing your strength and pretending to have it all together doesn't do you any good, because it leaves you alone in the end. So, there's my way of saying thanks to everyone who supported me through my depression year and for being great friends and family.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Rub a dub red, there's a dog in my bed

Remember how I got a new bed? Well, I got a queen size because my little dog takes up a lot of space. She's really not that big, but she makes my bed look like a twin size. Lately I've been thinking I should have gotten something even bigger. Look at how we've been waking up lately. Yes, that's my dog smack in the middle of the bed. I usually wake up in the corner where you see the covers undone bent around her. Once I wake up she rolls over on her back to get some belly rubs. I wonder what it is like to be her.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Can I not do some work?

Can a girl not go to an internship for a few hours without something crazy happening in the world? Like Anna Nicole Smith dying or the crazy diaper astronaut thing? Really?!!!

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

La Vida Loca

I have felt so off-track lately. Like, i can't focus. I'll do anything besides read my stupid schoolwork. I think it's because I'm getting off of my medicine and it helps me to focus. Oh well. I can't afford $178 worth of focus each month now can I? Then I'd have problems concentrating cause I couldn't afford food. Anyhow, so I had a real client last week. I have to say that was pretty freakin' hilarious. If you watched the video I think I probably go "uhhhh......." and look around like something is going to give me something to say every 5 minutes. You know, it feels weird reflecting people's feelings to them. I'm going to have to start practicing on you guys. I have a client tonight, and tomorrow, and Saturday, and Monday. I'm getting a couple. How's that for jumping right in? Anyhow, enough whining. I have more important stories to tell. Tomorrow I'm going to my grandfather's burial. Yup, if you didn't know that my grandfather died then you are apparently just a bad friend. Cause he died 25 years ago. And my grandma has turned crazy and had him dug up and shipped from New York to be buried here so she can be with him when she dies. Well, her and her new husband will be buried with him. Don't even ask me how the new husband feels about that - I have no idea. He knows my grandma is living la vida loca, so he probably just ignores it. So, since I'm guessing I wasn't at the funeral the first time, I'll be there this time. Although it's more of a burial. At lunch time. Who picked noon as a good burial time? And I think this isn't all that abnormal cause curly headed guy at the UFC watching was saying something about his grandma doing the same thing. Unless he was just trying to relate to me and was making that up. Cause really, what's the likelihood?

Sunday, February 04, 2007

UFC - the verb

This weekend September was in town celebrating her birthday. Saturday night we had dinner at Ararat* with Misty. We were going to go out country dancing, but it was still 8:30 so I suggested we go to Perry's to see some of this UFC that he's always watching before going out. The first thing I found out is that Perry has tons of cute friends that he's totally been hiding from me. Second of all, UFC consists of a lot of man hugs. Supposedly these weren't good fights. So, I think it's because these fights weren't really action packed, but I challenged this tall cute guy by saying I could kick his ass. There was a context, but I can't remember it. I actually meant it as a joke, but he took it to mean that I wanted to prove it. I think this is how it happened. Anyhow, so we're wrestling in the hallway. Round 1 ends quickly because I lift my feet off the floor and send us flying through some double doors onto the floor in the next room. Then we decided to fight again. This time it lasted longer and I got my head hit on the tile. Ouch. Very sweet of the tall guy to stop and ask if I'm ok. I also tried the pouty face as a move to trick him. Anyhow, we had four rounds of this fighting and by the end of it I was using UFC as a verb. "I UFC'd him" for example. It was fun and it reminded me of the tackle basketball I played growing up. I guess to some people wrestling random guys isn't an option for entertainment, but leave it to me to find the weirdest possible way to flirt with a guy. So Misty - the next time you invite me I swear to watch the real UFC and make fun of it with you, and save the live UFCing for later.

*Ararat was much better than the postings on citysearch. Service was fine, food was good, portions were normal, etc.

Friday, February 02, 2007

Brow beating

You know where there are things you're doing that you don't mention to people because it just isn't something you think about? Well, I've got one of those. I decided to let my eyebrows grow out - to wherever they may - so that I can get them waxed by someone who isn't going to do each in a different shape. Or so that I can at least see where they go so I can do it in a more thoughtful way. It's really difficult to not pull out those random hairs that go every which-way. I just thought I'd let you know so when you think "WTF is up with her eyebrows?" you have an answer.