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Yesterday at Wal-Mart while waiting for my car’s oil to be changed, I decided to peruse the endless aisles of “everything under the sun but somehow, not exactly what you want.”

In the women’s clothing section, I overheard a mother and daughter (around 15 years old) shopping for a new outfit presumably for a family photo.   Now, how do I say this so I can paint you a picture without being rude to these strangers.   They looked like they were very nice individuals, but they were also average looking with a general disregard to popular trends.   Given that…this is the short snippet of a conversation I overheard…

Daughter:  (holding black summery dress) What about this?

Mother:  You can’t wear that dress like that.  You need to put a tank top underneath it.

Daughter:  (emphatically)  Oh…. of course!  With this?  (holding up black tank top)

Mother:  UGh! Noooo.  Black on black?  What do you want to looking like?  One of those emo-ee people?

Daughter: I guess not.  White?

Mother:  Nana is wearing white.  You would just blend in…we’ll look over here.

I don’t know why this conversation amused me so much.  I guess 1) because everyone’s fashion tastes are so clearly…different, and 2) there is no way that girl would ever be confused as emo….

Oh society…you never fail to amuse me.

(Yeah, I know.  Not a strong comeback…but I’ve gotta start somewhere.)

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Losing it.

So, Joe and I are in full wedding planning mode. There are copious decisions to be made, and I fear in the process, I may be losing my mind. This morning when I went to grab some jeans for work…and my credit card fell out of my back pocket…I was stunned—literally STUNNED! I stood there pondering how it got there. I am always so good about putting important things back in my wallet. Even when I go out and come home really late tired (or “otherwise”), I always find my ID and credit card back where they belong the next morning.

After thinking a little bit, I remember putting it there, and it’s really not a big deal in theory. I just am so distracted by all things wedding / planning / future / finances, my normal cognitive functioning is failing and this is just one small example of that fact.

Please bear with me…the next 5 months may be a little rocky.

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The joy of cats.

I’m pretty sure you have to own a cat to fully appreciate this video, but I was cracking up and wanted to share! Koda does the exact same thing…well, thankfully not the last part!

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The scent of the Irish!

What is it with men and the soap ‘Irish Spring’? I was over at Joe’s house and took a peek in his bathroom shower. There were 3 Irish Spring products. (Two bars of soap and one shower gel container.) Knowing that there are 3 boys that share that bathroom, I can only assume that there is 1 product per person. I also know for a fact that my dad, much to my mom’s dislike, uses Irish Spring as well. (She says it has too strong of a smell.) So I ask you, what is it that is so wonderful about this soap? Did its makers come up with the best product ever? Was there some massive marketing campaign to men that I completely missed? Is it the cheapest soap on the market?

If you are a man (or know your mans soap usage) , I’d like to know if you too use Irish Spring and if so, what is its magical allure?

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Whatever will be…

So as some of you know, I’ve been talking about creating a blog for quite some time and the one thing that I couldn’t decide on was the blog title. This morning sometime between fighting Atlanta traffic and worrying about everything under the sun (Koda, calories, the future, marriage, my tires…), the words “Que será, será…” came to mind. Now, it was just good luck that it cleverly sounds like my name, but I knew in that instant what my blog title should be. I’m sure this blog will be a hodge-podge of whatever pops in my head, but I hope you enjoy reading it!

The lyrics to Que sera, sera….

“When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be?
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?
Here’s what she said to me:

Que será, será.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será.
What will be, will be.

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart
What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows
Day after day?
Here’s what my sweetheart said:

Que será, será.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será.
What will be, will be.”

(Also on a side note, I was navigating around the blog layout, and came across viewer statics. Hoping to see what it looks like with just one viewer (myself) I saw, “Just a note: we don’t count your own visits to your blog.” Bugger. I guess I should tell people that I created this so I’m not flat lined at zero… 🙂 )

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