Drawl

Ok, everyone thinks accents are cute. But to be totally honest, I've never been a huge fan of the pronounced drawl. However, Southern Boy is quickly changing my mind.

Like when he talks about how my nose has a "little thang of a ridge" on it.

Or when he jokes about being nekid - a word I used to despise. For some reason when he says it it makes me giggle and blush.

I love hearing him talk about his dawg.

I don't even cringe when the word ain't occasionally creeps in.

Because the reality is, accents and pronunciation aside, I cain't seem to resist him, ya'll.

On the other hand...

Maybe I'm a pretty good girl after all...

- I bake

- I keep flowers scattered in little vases around my apartment

- I rarely fart

- I like wearing dresses and skirts

- There is no telling what will make me cry

- When the boy does call at aforementioned time, I end up talking to him on the phone for an hour and a half

- I shamelessly mention that I have added lots of new items to my Amazon Wishlist

- I am obsessed with the Indigo Girls

Points of evidence that I am not always good at being a girl

- My straightening iron has been broken for two weeks and I have yet to replace it. Instead I have been rocking the ponytail, or fooling myself into thinking that I can effectively pull off "tousled".

- I hate cleaning. If ever you are in my apartment, I beg you to not look closely at the floors or table tops. Chances are, it has been weeks since I have dusted and/or vacuumed.

- Sometimes when a boy says "I want to call you later tonight" I get annoyed, because I had been planning on reading at the aforementioned time.

- I'm obsessed with other women's boobs.

- There are certain people with whom I always start phone conversations by saying "Yo" or "What's up" in a slow, deep voice.

- To me, a meal is not whole without some kind of meat.

- Oftentimes when I dance, I find myself making a Y formation with my fingers, hand held high in the air, head bobbing up and down in time with the music.

- I am not always good at communicating/expressing my feelings.

- I still laugh at Beavis and Butthead.

Favorite responses, so far, to the Evite that I got for my ten year high school reunion

Yes:

- Does anyone mind if Ray's parole officer comes with him? He was too embarassed to ask.

- Jason, will your girlfriend be 18 by then? Does she have any friends?

Kinda funny, but the no's are by far the best.

No:

- i, Casey Morris, live in Sacramento. I am already making the trip back east over the Easter weekend for my grandparent's 60th anniversary. I am not making a special trip again for a reunion, it is just not in the budget. (TMI dude, no one remembers who you are anyway.)

- Sorry can't make it. I have a newborn and a 6 year old. We are going to be moving that time. I guess maybe next time. Plus, my husband is gone all the time while I am a stay at home mom. Sorry guys guess we all can't come. Jackie (Wow, now I'm depressed for you.)

- My partner and I are living in Kansas City as of February and will not be able to attend..Have fun...
(They have gay people in Kansas City?)

- Sorry friends.. I'm having twins that day... maybe in another 10 years. (Hmmm... makes me feel bad that all I've really done since high school is learn to drink professionally.)

Jury is still out on whether or not Rees will be attending...

One woman's fascinating is another woman's obnoxious

"I'm going to go and find that friend of mine," was my lame excuse to get away from the person I had been left standing with when two of my other friends hit the dance floor. I was not about to be stuck talking to the girl who had just tried to corner me into a yeah-I'm-single-too-doesn't-it-suck conversation. I don't happen to think that being single is necessarily a bad thing, and don't appreciate it when people assume that I'm as unhappy as they are. So away I ran.

I don't know this girl very well, and only come across her every so often through mutual friends at social functions. She has never been anything but nice to me, but there is something about her that I just don't jive with. She seems very high maintenance and negative. Anyway...

Later, as Jess and I realized that she was getting kinda drunk and watched her dance with members of the band, we wondered aloud if she actually knew them or not.

"Melinda has always been a bit fascinating to me," Jess said.

"Really?" I relayed the events of earlier.

"Yeah, that's the thing. I can't figure her out. She talks about wanting to hang out and needing more girlfriends, and never really follows up on anything. But then she'll roll to a place like this solo. I mean, that's kinda ballsy. But then she gets into a pity party about being single. She's a bit fascinating to me."

"Humph. Fascinating is not exactly what I'd call her," I mumbled as she left the band member danced her way back to us.

Sometimes...

You wake up in a bad mood and actually want it to last the rest of the day. You wake up and look outside and see that it's cloudy, and hope against hope that it pours down rain all day. Which makes no sense, because with your job that would really suck. But you don't care.

You're not in the mood to eat anything, just drink strong coffee. You contemplate calling in sick, but don't want to cancel that 3:15 meeting that it took you three weeks to get. So you begrudgingly get yourself up, plaster a smile on your face, and go out and greet the world.

No one else will know that you woke up at 4:45 from a horrible dream, and couldn't go back to sleep until almost 6:30. No one else will know that all you want to do today is crawl up on the couch and watch movies or read. No one else will know that you've been feeling this way a lot lately...

Since there is so much you can't control, you stubbornly make resolutions about the things that you can. You won't eat very much today. You won't spend any money. Communication with others will be scarce. Every pleasantry from you will be fake, but so masterfully done that it would be scary if someone knew how good you were at it.

There. Good plan.

I'm the luckiest girl in the world

I've just become aquainted with a very nice girl who is in school to be a massage therapist. She has a required amount of practice hours that she must get in before she graduates in May and needs people to practice on.

Jackpot!

I've just made my first appointment for a free hour-long massage next week. In fact, the girl is thanking me for doing her a favor. I feel like I just won the lottery. Bring on the relaxation.

Ommmm....