Monthly Archives: July 2011

I’m Getting Contact Lenses!

Which is another way of saying… I’m engaged! JB has decided that there is permanent room in his life for college football, golf, and ME!

Upon arriving home from work last Friday, he presented me with a Romero Britto figurine I fell in love with back in December when we visited Miami. And when I realized what it was and turned around, there he was, one knee and all. It was romantic, perfect and surreal.

Fast-forward through the celebratory weekend and wedding planning is in full effect. All my mom and sister needed was the green light of an actual proposal and it was game on.

Part of this journey includes getting contact lenses. I get all Rachel Green (I have actually had this exact experience with a glaucoma machine) when it comes to my optical organ. While I am grateful for my sight and everything, I think eyes — and all their affiliated lids, balls, retinas, etc. — are disgusting. I can’t even watch people fiddle with their contacts, much less handle them in my own eyes.

So I have chosen a life of spectacles. And I love them. They are me, and I barely remember a time when I didn’t wear them. People mistake me for intellectual and this engagement only proves the naysayers wrong — boys most definitely do make passes at girls who wear glasses.

But I have always said the only event that could inspire me to stick plastic in my eyes and then remove it every night (I’m honestly shuddering thinking about this) was my wedding. Yes, I want to be “me” at my wedding, but there’s something about a gorgeous wedding gown paired with black-rimmed glasses that just isn’t festive. Let’s face it, there is only one person who could pull that look off and I envy her.

Unfortunately, my sight has deteriorated enough that I can’t get by without some type of visual aide. JB and his brother look strikingly similar and it’s best that any potential for awkward moments is avoided.

So soon I will go to the optometrist, freak out, and start trying to reconcile my relationship with my eyes so I can be totally comfortable on my wedding day with the foreign circular objects floating in my eyes.

After the engagement on Friday night, on our way to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, JB and I looked at each other and told each other to hold on to the absolute joy we were feeling at that moment. For a brief time, it was all about us. Soon enough, the madness would begin.

But I have made some promises to myself. I will attempt to keep perspective. I will remember that venue, band and flowers are not as important as JB, family and friends. I will keep a picture of me and my mom smiling and laughing nearby (as reminders of happier times in our relationship might be necessary). I will not turn this into a wedding blog.

And when I get stressed choosing cake toppers, I will remember that of all the questions I will be asking and will be asked throughout this process, the most important one has already been answered.


Cool Sketch… or Just Sketchy?

Sometimes odd and special things happen on a random Tuesday morning. I was working at Starbucks while my new office was being painted. Typing away at the big group table, my sister and niece surprised me with a brief visit.

Fast-forward about 30 minutes and all patrons are being evacuated for a drainage issue (which is not what you want to hear when it’s YOU coming out of the bathroom). The gentleman who had been sitting across from me stopped me on the way out to give me this sketch.

Beyond being great proof for my boss that I was actually working, the picture captured time with my niece and was beautifully crafted. I was truly touched. Yes, I was caught off guard and thought it to be a little odd, but I also couldn’t stop staring at the drawing my entire ride to work and for the rest of the day.

Excited, I shared the sketch with my friends on Facebook, where it received 20 “likes” and 33 comments. (Not like I care.) (I hardly ever notice or judge my self-worth by things like that.) (I’m just saying that’s close to “It’s a girl!” level of responses.) The comments were divisive — between the “how cool and special” variety and the “creepy and weird.” Finally, a friend wrote this comment:

I don’t think it is creepy at all. People are so hyper sensitive these days instead of just seeing it for what it is.

I understand that because of my niece’s presence, the potential creep factor increases, but I can honestly say I felt nothing but goodwill from this stranger. You could tell he truly enjoyed sketching and the “reveal” to the unsuspecting muse (Too much? I know, but I’ve always wanted to be a muse, humor me).

Through the Facebook comments, I also learned that this artist, Geoffrey Williams, has been spotted at Starbucks many times and even sketched one of my friends before. This prompted me to Google him. I found another blog post from 2008, where the blogger wrote about how this stranger surprised her family with a sketch of them eating dinner. She didn’t seem to mind at all. And from her bio on her blog, she was also fighting Stage IV small cell lung cancer. I can imagine when living that battle, you don’t worry too much about randomness or creepiness. It’s just another unexpected moment in life that should be cherished.

So it begs the question — are we too sensitive? Have we become so cynical that an act of kindness from a stranger immediately evokes “run for your life” responses? I hope not. Because as I have seen these past couple of weeks, it is sometimes strangers who are there when you most need it. More on that below…


Switching gears, most of you have probably read about (or perhaps even have a personal connection to) the Berry family of Houston. If you are not familiar, the parents, Joshua and Robin, were tragically killed in a head-on car accident coming back from vacation. The three children were also in the car and the two boys (9- and 8-years-old) are paralyzed from the waist down with spinal cord injuries. Their 6-year-old sister was also injured, though not as seriously.

The struggle of these children as they face a long road of rehabilitation both physically and emotionally has inspired Texans (and beyond) to act. Communities are rallying to raise funds to support the children and their family and friends who will be caring for them.

You can help too! If you’d like to read more about this family, please visit the Facebook page that has been set up to keep everyone updated and to promote fundraising activities. There is a link to donate, and if you are in Dallas, next Sunday, July 24, there will be two bake sales taking place.  It’s a small way to make a big difference in the lives of these children and their family.

Not-So-Secret Single Behavior

When Sex and the City‘s Carrie moved in with Aidan, she worried about losing the lifestyle she had come to know as a single girl, particularly the little habits and behaviors we only partake in when home alone. She called these “secret single behaviors.”

As I reflected last night on how it was my last night living alone, I was so excited to write a post about my own secret single behaviors that I will miss. I’m sure half a million other female bloggers moving in with their significant others have written the same post, and a quick Google search confirmed this. But as I read the other blogs, I realized something: I don’t really have any!

Don’t get me wrong, I have a home routine and I love solitude and there were probably many things I would have hidden a year ago. But all of my secret behaviors? JB already knows them!

For example, I love zoning out and reading blogs before I go to bed. And when doing this, I get a little, shall we say, feisty if I feel someone is reading over my shoulder. Check! We fought discussed that fight situation and all is good.

Also, I watch a lot of crappy television. He’s learned that there is no amount of self-loathing that will keep me away from shows like Big Brother.

As I consume a jar of olives while writing this post, clearly some “me time” preferences are going to come up. But I don’t think it’s the secret behaviors that are a big deal for me; rather it’s the mixing of routines. When you take these relationship steps in your 30s especially, you are already set in your ways. And despite a perfected whine when I need help, I’m pretty independent. And so is JB. I have no worry that we will transition into this new phase smoothly, but I’m definitely going to have to put on my big girl sharing pants.

Like Carrie, I’m protective of my space and of my alone time. But unlike Carrie, I know a good man when I have one. So in the words of JB when I asked him how he felt about this move actually being here: “Off we go!”

What are some of your secret (that will no longer be secret) single behaviors that you worry about giving up or have had to adjust since co-habitation?