I say things. Lots of things.

Blog blog bloggy blog bloggy blog blog.

Oh blog. I heart you because you allow me to say things.

I know, that was deep.

So here's me saying things:

- I'm not technically savvy. I would like to put a link to music on here or tell you to read my friends' blog, but alas, I cannot. I know I'm lame. Lame-o who can't operate a proper blog. In 10 years, my children will be completely computer efficient. Kate Stewart will still not be.

- You know what's good? Lima beans. 

- Some days, I wish I could eat cheese without any after-affects that might result in my husband sleeping in another room...on the other side of the house...with the door closed...and a can of Fabreeze, just in case.

- I don't think I spelled Fabreeze right.

-In my defense, "Fabreeze" is a silly name for something. Just like O-Cello. And Kleenex. Pine-Sol. Pampers. Dasani. The list goes on and on, folks.

- Josh Garrels is an amazing musican. Go look him up and listen to "Over Oceans," "Don't Wait for Me," and "White Owl."

- Hobby Lobby. Any woman reading these two words understands.

- The Old Testament is hard to read. Like, Numbers is rough. I don't want to offend God by skipping over it, but I think He knows that it is my least favorite book. I've also told Him. But I know He knew I would fall asleep while reading it. UPDATE: Just talked to the Lord, and no, He isn't offended. He said it was ok.

- Zaxby's!

Ok, well it was a short one...

I'm going to go eat. 

Zaxby's nonetheless.

PS- I love getting comments. Thanks Patricia, Van, and Jenny!

My Leg is Itchy...

...and so are my arms.

Stupid hard water.

{shakes fist in air} Dang you limestone!!!

It might have taken two months, but you got me.

{scratch, scratch}

You finally got me.

{scratch}

Holes in My Clothes...and in Joel Olsteen's.

Oh yes, friends, it happens to the best of us...even Joel Olsteen. Oh yes. Joel Olsteen. Perfectly creepy, bleached teeth, crazy-eyed, "everything is going to be okay" Joel Olsteen.

My pajama pants have 5 holes in them. Like right now, because I'm counting them as I sit here...and that's ok.

Holes magically appear in our favorite clothing. Sometimes we know why and sometimes we don't. Sometimes we continue to wear the "holy" or "holey" (or if "holie" if you want...) items because we just can't tear ourselves away from the memories in that particular jacket, shirt, jeans, or pajama pants.

I have a few pieces from college that I just can't get rid of...

My Epsilon Sigma hooded sweatshirt- 

I cannot tell you how many nights I would throw on this hoodie and go out to walk, go for a drive or go to someone else's dorm to hang out. This hoodie even still smells like college to me. Yes, I do wash it...but the lovely memories remain. I would wear this to EpSig meetings, BSU meetings, and ResLife meetings. Good grief, I love this thing. If it was summer and I felt just the lightest chill, BAM, that sucker was on me like you would not believe! I would wear this thing on top of dresses. That's how addicted I was. Sad? No. AWESOME.

My green zip-up hoodie with the polka-dots-

Like the Epsilon Sigma hoodie, seeing me without this on was uncommon. Best zip-up hoodie ever.

My fondest memory of wearing this was my senior year about 2 or 3 weeks before graduation and I was out with (Shout-Out time!) CatieLane, Suzanne Gonzalez, Meghan Holder and Lindsay Smollar. It was basically all of us walking around the campus doing incredibly goofy things. Definitely one of the best nights of my life.

My blue skirt with the white/yellow/green pattern at the bottom- 

I considered this a church skirt, a work skirt, a casual dress skirt, a fancy dress skirt (when ironed), and an all-around awesome thing to put on for any occasion. I bought it at Old Navy in 2005. And it's 2011. The only thing that's changed is my weight. So if I wear it up past my bellybutton, it still fits...

 

So I basically wrote this because I noticed that the holes in my pajama pants were getting bigger. 

Odd? 

Not so much, if you know me.

I know this was a super weird post, but, per request of my friends Patricia and Joe and my husband, I'm opening up the comments. 

So let me know, what clothes are you holding on to?