No Thanks, I Am Not Thirsty, Anymore...

My meth-like addiction to coffee has been well document throughout this blog. I would start with a cup first thing in the morning , continue through the day, and my last pot would go on about 8:30 at night. I would only drink a bottle of water while I was at the gym… and I literally mean, just one bottle.

I looked up the nutrition facts and since I fed my addiction “straight up” with no cream or sugar… I convinced myself that I was practically drinking water all day.

Recently I embarked on a new adventure that requires me to drink copious amounts of water throughout the day. Being fully committed to the project, I had to make a choice, as trying to maintain both beverages would surely require me to spend the majority of my day sitting on a toilet… and I am proud to announce that since Monday, I have limited myself to two eight ounce cups of coffee in the morning…. Each and every one of those ounces are enjoyed.

The switch has not come without challenges though… Surprisingly the normal withdrawal symptoms you would think I would have like caffeine headaches have not been an issue, no, the challenges are due to the stupid water. First, I am like a toddler… I can barely make it 30 minutes without having to take a potty break… and, the water bottle I chose is not at all conducive to my lip gloss tendencies.

I recognize that most of the problem is my attitude, as I truly did love that hot, aromatic, tasty cup of heaven… and I am just going to have to get over it… But, I am NOT happy about it.

Un-Domestic Goddess

In my single (selfish) life I don’t always see a need to purchase certain household items that one would normally keep on hand… Actually, let me rephrase, I see the need to purchase it, however, keeping it stocked is not always a priority.

For instance, my friends, on occasion, have been upset with me for not having toilet paper. Now, before you judge, I always *read: usually* have something in lieu of that item, like paper towels. But, I will admit, there has been a few times while leaving a restaurant that I suggested they grab as many napkins as they could smuggle out if they intended to relieve themselves at my place.

Why not just stop at the store and get toilet paper? Well, going to the store when I have other things planned is a pain in my ass! Why not buy in bulk? Because I am cheap! Why not just think ahead and get it while on regularly scheduled store outings? Sometimes I forget!

It just so happens that every single time my friend Lindso comes over, I am fresh out of TP. And each time this happens, she gets more angry. To make matters worse, my most recent TP Offense happened to be when she was incredibly hung over and she just wasn’t having it. Her reaction not only scared me a bit, but it made me a little embarrassed of my perpetual lack of the paper product. So, I vowed right then and there to keep it on stock.

Please know, though, that I fully intent to hide every shred of it when she is visiting…

Perspective

It is funny how big things seem when you are in the moment, but how in a week, a month or sometimes a little longer they are so insignificant.

When I was in junior high I was completely and hopelessly in love with a boy named Derek… I really thought the best course of action for my life at that time would be to become his wife and have lots of babies and with that I would live happily ever after. He ended up leaving… (The rumor was that he was sent away to a “prison island”) and I was forced to figure out a new path for my life… but during that time I was pretty much heartbroken.

Last night I was doing some random facebook people searching and he popped into my mind… but I couldn’t look him up, because for the life of me I cannot remember his last name. I was ready to become a wife at the age of 12, yet his name escapes me… this is a clear indication that he truly meant a lot to me.

It actually gives me a great deal of hope! Not that I am going through anything significant right now, but it puts hurts, offenses, and situations into perspective.

An Acknowledgement

If you take notice of the dates on this blog roll, you will see that my last post was nearly a year ago and it was regarding a missing towel situation.

Well, that situation was actually a violation of my privacy and my home. Now, I don't want to get dramatic about the situation... but it made me not want to put myself out there in any way.

A year later, I am feeling a little more brave and less guarded in regards to my personal safety and have really been wanting to get back into my blog. So, here I am! I generally have quite a bit to say about random things, and this seems like a great way to talk about my "New Adventures".

Enjoy and I am glad to be back.

-Charlie-girl:)

Say Cheese!

Generally speaking, I am not one to shy away from a camera… In fact, I have a “Go To” pose that takes about 1.2 seconds for me to get into.

My affinity to the camera, however, dwindled when I received a picture of myself allegedly running a red light. It wasn’t blatant, as I wasn’t going straight... it was a “Right on Red” situation. Doesn’t the fact that you can go right on red mean, in fact, that you can GO right on red? I don’t remember seeing any signs saying that I have to fully stop THEN go right… It was pointed out to me that apparently in a driver’s ed text book, long long ago, it probably did spell out this rule… even if it is not posted now.

In any case, I wasn’t going to just accept this assumed violation from still photos. Prove it, I thought to myself… Well, apparently the Clive Police Department was a step ahead of me and posted the live video for my viewing pleasure.

Caught. Red. Handed. I barely paused.

Apparently, in every situation, it is a good idea to be camera ready.