** Swearing. I grew up as a good little Catholic girl, went to church nearly every day, said our prayers before dinner, etc. I once wrote in my diary, that was full of all of my 11 year old secrets, that my sister was a butt head. You want to know what happened? I got a bar of soap in the mouth. One time we didn't have bar soap, so I got a pump of soap. That was awful.
The only time we were allowed to swear, and by swear I mean say words like damn or hell, was when we would drive past the lock and dam or when we took a road trip through South Dakota and stopped in Wall Drug where we picked up bumper stickers that said 'Where the Hell is Wall Drug'. We thought we were so clever.
The thing is, little people these days are just born with dirty mouths. I would ask if someone tooted and the little lady would correct me while laughing at the fact that I said toot and not fart. Personally I think fart is such a dumb word and it makes me cringe the way the word moist makes most people squirm. I'm proud to be 29 and still asking if someone tooted and not swearing like a sailor. I think girls think they sound pretty smart and educated when every other word out of their mouth is a swear word. Don't get me wrong though, there are most certainly times where the only good comment/answer is a good ol FU*K!
** I checked my bank account today and somehow have an extra $200 dollars then I had yesterday. I love free money as much as the next person, but can someone please tell me how this happened and if this money will be staying with me until I find something fun to spend it on?
** Dating. For the last couple of weeks, Facebook has been plastering my page with dating ads. Ads for single cowboys, farmers, fathers, bikers, black men, Christians, etc. It obviously doesn't know me that well.
After I broke up with Andy I decided to just not think about dating or meeting some, but just having fun. I've met some people, gone on a couple of dates, but nothing has come of any of that. I want to meet someone who I actually want to talk to and see every day. Someone I'm not embarrassed to introduce to my friends/family. Someone who I think about when I'm out. And preferably someone who lives within 15-20 miles of my current location. You would think that wouldn't be too hard to ask for. For now, I'm just going to keep making plans and living life. It's the only one I have. And someday, someone will fall into the open space in my heart and head I have reserved just for them.
** I'm proud to say that after coming off two back to back out of town, wedding related weekends, I'm finally down in the weight category. I've seen my trainer only two times, but he gives me homework to do between sessions and wrote out a rather detailed meal plan for me to follow. It was fun to slip on a pair of pants this morning that were a bit snug just three weeks ago. It's about progress, not perfection. First goal. Get down to half marathon weight. Looks like I'm on the right track!
** In a year I'll be 30. In a year I'll be 100% debt free. In a year, I feel like I will need a big change. I was talking with my mom a couple weeks ago about exploring the idea of moving. Not to another state, but another country. I've grown enough in myself in the last couple of years, to not be afraid to pick up and start something new, even if it's just for a year. Anyone have any tips on how to get the ball rolling on that? My dream is London. I would love, love, love to work in London. Second to that would be to work in a pub in Ireland. Preferably some place that speaks English. My one semester of French is pretty rusty.
In the mean time...