THE dress

So I went to pick out my wedding dress last week. I cannot believe that something I am going to wear a maximum of six hours could put such a damper on my wallet. And of course, just like everything in my life, I veered to the expensive one.

Wedding dress shopping is one of those times when you never need to try on the one that you think is REALLY beautiful and REALLY expensive because everything else afterwards will greatly resemble a white trash sack.

I did not, however, use this logic and rather tried on every dress that caught my eye, ignoring if the price contained a comma. The dress was gorgeous. Lace and tulle and beading and a train. Anything and everything that made me feel like Cinderella without screaming 1980's prom night.

So now what? Save up and get the dress I like and feel beautiful, or settle for less expensive attire and be able to eat after the wedding? Oh what the hell, I ramen noodles will do for a while.

Fall College Wardrobe?

I left my office to use the bathroom just now and entered a hall full of new college students, going over their previous assignment while waiting for class. Ha, yeah right. While they were waiting for class (and kudos to them for going to class) they were talking, texting, tweeting, facebooking, and/or whatever else it is they are doing these days on their cell phones.

Now don't get me wrong. I am not judging. Truth is, I have recently become dangerously addicted to my own iPhone, which I noticed as I was returning emails between red lights yesterday afternoon.

One thing, however, I will judge is this fall's wardrobe style. It seems that 'high school gym class' is the latest theme. Running shorts, latest sorority or free school t-shirt, flip-flops or sneakers, and perfect make-up. Of course they all look cute as a bug, I just highly doubt that any of them will be warming up for their three-mile jog after class. But if I'm wrong, more power to them. As for me, I'm logging on to e-trade right now to buy some Nike stock.

Crazy Traffic

I have come to the conclusion that if you live in the city you never judge a place’s distance by miles, but rather the time. This time, however, changes at least three times a day. The distance a place is from you at two in the afternoon is very different from its distance at five in the afternoon or even seven-thirty on a Tuesday morning.

Now, I am a country girl and if something is twenty miles away then that means that I can get there in about fifteen minutes, depending on if I can take the back-roads and how muddy the ruts are if we’ve had a rain. I just got back from visiting family in Fort Worth and Grand Prairie, however when we left Fort Worth, entered Lake Worth, touched the edge of Arlington and entered Grand Prairie is all beyond me. Best I could tell we never left Fort Worth. Anyway, when you say something is ten miles away in the city, then that means you better give yourself an hour and twenty minutes to get there.

This is just ridiculous to me. I’ll admit, I don’t have much patience and waiting is something that I just do not do well, but I don’t see how people can drive in that stand-still, creep along, cut you off if you leave a two-inch gap kind of traffic twice a day! No wonder so many people are on Prozac today.
Where I live, if you have to wait for two red lights it is considered heavy traffic and people get aggravated. You can live totally across town and allow yourself fifteen-minutes to get to work. I am pretty sure that is the equivalent of working at the end of your block in city time. All in all, I cannot honestly say if I admire city people for being able to handle driving in traffic everyday, or if I think they are just plain crazy for living in a city where they have to do it.

TV.......where would we be without it?

The entire TV being hazardous to the mind petition somewhat puzzles me. I agree, some programs are a total waste of time and I could seriously care less about what a selfish, over-botoxed New Jersey housewife does everyday. But there are some shows that I am pretty sure have made a major positive impact on the world. Like Grey’s Anatomy. I mean do you even realize how much more I know about hospitals and medicine now?

Of course it is completely unfortunate that all doctors do not look like McDreamy and McSteamy. I am certain that I would be much more excited about my annual breast examine if they did. But the show’s plots do get me thinking about if that stuff actually does go on in hospitals, and you know some of it does. I mean that thud you hear when passing the storage closet probably was not a roll of toilet paper falling off the shelf.

Another show is Law in Order. I mean, I realize I probably couldn’t pass the bar examine after an all weekend TNT marathon of the show, but I might possibly rank up there with the guy on the back cover of the phonebook.

And as far as the reality shows, if nothing else maybe they make us not-so-rich and normal folks a little happier that we lead simpler lives and less glorify those celebrities who we now see are unhappy, money-hungry, destined-for-divorce souls. Bless their hearts.

Alumni Life in a College Town

May I just start out by saying that I know, I was one of them not too long ago, but that doesn’t mean that I have to quietly unnotice the huge sunglass wear’n, tights under Nike running shorts, too big T-shirt with oversized bangles clad new-to-town college girls that are strolling the aisles of Wal-Mart.

Living in a college town for several years now, I have grown accustom to the school year seasons. Come August the town’s population more than doubles and (I don’t have actual documentation on this but am certain) so do the traffic violations. Mid-December to Mid-January it tapers off again, and come May, it has once again declined to retirees and working families.

I must say, though, that I find my trips to Wal-Mart much more enjoyable during the months when a school semester is starting. It is a great time and way to see the newest sorority and fraternity fashions. I especially enjoyed the flipped-up-collared Polo shirt with khaki shorts and Sperry shoes that seemed to be such a fashion hit this past spring. No doubt that look will continue into the summer and possibly early fall.

Back to Wal-Mart, as I stroll down the aisles getting my staples, Honey-Combs, Coke Zero, mini-bag popcorn, it is not unusual to pass two or three packs of the new litter. Never do they travel alone, and as they discuss “Well, what do you like? Ok, well I will get some of these and we can just split it all up at the register” I wonder how mad she is going to be when she discovers her empty box of Pop Tarts in the cabinet while rushing hungrily out the door, late to her eight o’clock.

The boys, now they are different. Each basket looks the same: five pizzas, some Oreos, a package of hotdog buns and links, and twelve-pack of cheap beer. Plain, simple and to the point. Besides, it isn’t the food the guys are there for anyway. They would be perfectly happy with a delivery pizza every night. No, it is the girls.

Now I do know research has been done concluding that grocery stores serve as a favorable place for men to meet single women. Some studies even narrow it down to particular stores that serve as better meeting ground than others (ah, the power of Google). Anyway, it is amusing to see the guys ‘accidently’ bump into the basket of a couple of hotties, which turns into a slight conversation, which turns into a party invite, which turns into a hook-up, optimistically thinking.

While I may cuss the traffic increase and longer lines at my favorite restaurants, I must say that I do enjoy the beginning and fresh start to every college semester. It brings back fond memories and allows me to feel like an extra in our own little reality show. Hmm, wonder what ever happened with that party.