True Story.
A few days ago I was minding my business, cursing under my breath (as usual) at the gas pump when a man walked up and asked if I had a good sense of humor. Well, duh...so then he asks if he can "pump me!" Absurd? Yes. Completely.
"A good sense of humor?" Riiiight. Is that what I needed? I was thinking the right question for him might have been, "Are you carrying a loaded weapon" or "Do you possess any homicidal tendencies?"
Well, I laugh that OMG-who-are-you laugh and he proceeds to pump my gas while telling me how "beautiful" I am, and what "phenomenal legs" I have, and how great my high heels are.
Thank the Lord, and I mean that in a very sincere way, my dad called when he did because the compliments, while nice, were starting to get really kind of inappropriate--at least for the Sheetz parking lot! Anyway, I pounced on the phone, did a little thanks-for-pumping-me wave and jumped back into the SUV--with my phenomenal legs =)
On the way home, I couldn't wait to tell Jay about it. I knew he would be panting like a dog to hear that his wifey was getting picked at the gas pump. Uh...not so much.
I got home. Told the story. Retold the story in ESPN highlight fashion and quoted the man for the rest of the night. Jay was less than thrilled, but me and my phenomenal legs were amused all the same.
I've been thinking about boycotting gas stations lately and really taking a stand against the borderline inappropriate pick-up lines that men pumping gas construct. Who needs gasoline anyway. *Spit
With that said, I need to get off this computer in time to see the finale of Teen Mom.
<3 Amanda "the beautiful"
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Getting back to business.
Hello. Hello. Hello.
What a week this has been--I know, I know, it's Monday and no one wants to hear crap on a Monday; but OMG!
I need fire. I need lights. Smoke. Fireworks. Thunder. Lighting. Divine intervention. Something.
I actually don't know exactly what I need, but I need something to get my non-motivated-eating-every-thing-in-sight self back on the path to success.
So, in an effort to obtain that control back again, I'm going to commit to three very important things this week: 1.) Wear something cute and dress up every day; 2.) Step up the working out to 4-4am days; and 3.) Well, number three is private (but don't you wish you knew?!)
I'm going to step it up this week and Saturday, I will be rewarded with shopping and sushi. (I'm sure Mom will be thrilled.)
Have a fantastic week.
(The Game Face)
What a week this has been--I know, I know, it's Monday and no one wants to hear crap on a Monday; but OMG!
I need fire. I need lights. Smoke. Fireworks. Thunder. Lighting. Divine intervention. Something.
I actually don't know exactly what I need, but I need something to get my non-motivated-eating-every-thing-in-sight self back on the path to success.
So, in an effort to obtain that control back again, I'm going to commit to three very important things this week: 1.) Wear something cute and dress up every day; 2.) Step up the working out to 4-4am days; and 3.) Well, number three is private (but don't you wish you knew?!)
I'm going to step it up this week and Saturday, I will be rewarded with shopping and sushi. (I'm sure Mom will be thrilled.)
Have a fantastic week.
(The Game Face)
Saturday, October 9, 2010
#3: Keeping up with the demand.
I wasn't aware that my blog would be such a hit. With an inbox flooded with "when's the next blog," I'm starting to wonder if I'm an exciting enough person to keep up with the demand. Don't worry though, I thought about it for about, oh..err...a couple seconds and decided, yes, yes I am exciting--and important!
It's been over a week since my last blog. Why the delay, you and every other person I run into ask? (*geeez) Well, because I'm busy being Global Mentor Network Coordinator, graduate student, super mom, wifey, and well fitness champ (I swear my arm muscles are so hard now.)
While I'm on the subject, let me just tell you a little about my workouts. My poor dad tries so hard to get me on a routine, and I am kind of, but while I'm not super girly-girl in life (*giggle), I am at the gym. I only target the areas that I feel are important. Who cares about back, shoulders, and whatever else I don't want looking any bigger than they already do. I work on my biceps, triceps, legs, stomach and especially my butt--all the time. Butt everytime--obsessively.
I love working out. I feel so good afterwards. It's amazing. Now if I could just stop eating those free ice cream cones from McDonalds, and get my behind back on the diet, I'd be doing well!
So, I'll stop talking about exercise now because let's face it, I'm sure you aren't all that concerned with these solid-as-a-small-to-medium-for-a-girl-sized guns hanging from my shoulders.
Let's talk about something much more important...drum roll please....
This morning I woke up ready to hit the stores. I got ready. Got the kids ready and headed over to pick up Mom. I called her a few minutes before getting there to let her know A.) We were going shopping, and B.) That she better be ready to leave the house in...oh...about 4 minutes. Needless to say, her response was something to the effect of, "Didn't I warn you not to call before 9?" "Nose blowing." "Hack/Cough." "Okay!"
Such the drama queen my mom is. God love her!
After getting her and my sweet cousin Zoie (who hates shopping, mind you) in the car I ventured out hoping to find some Lauren Conrad boots.
Well, before we could even get on the freakin' inner-state I had stopped at three yard sales, one of which I was digging through kids clothes for over an hour. I was in heaven. Literally, heaven. I got a mega load from the lady for $6. Success.
...Searching for a point to this story......fail....crash....burn.
Such a tremendous day--although guys, I'm STILL bootless. Help me friends! The boots below, $236. Not happening for me in this lifetime. I need the > $50 version. Where are all my shoppers and shoe lovers?? Harmony??
Moving on once again...Tomorrow Jay leaves for Atlantic City, and I have several things up my sleeve. (Let's hope Jay's not reading my blogs...if so, chances are I lost him when I started talking about Yard Sales and Heaven.)
Tomorrow I am going into psycho rearrange/clean mode. I'm transforming this house into Sparkle Land and I'm going to take tons of stuff to donate to Goodwill. Jay will return to half a closet and a ton of change. (*And boy does Jay love change--NO!)
How does someone like me, Change-a-holic, get hooked up with a hater. Lord only knows. =) All I do know is, it's on. Me against this house. I'm taking this sucker down, and the stink bugs strutting their stuff around my window sills, they're going down too.
In one corner: Amanda Wilson, the vaccum cleaner, and a swiffer mop; In the other: The Stink Bug Convention, the entire house, and [something clever I can't think of at the moment].
With that said, I need to go to bed. My brain is so tired that I am all out of clever one-liners. Fail. (again)
Have a wonderful evening and remember tomorrow is the Lord's day. =)
Peace.
It's been over a week since my last blog. Why the delay, you and every other person I run into ask? (*geeez) Well, because I'm busy being Global Mentor Network Coordinator, graduate student, super mom, wifey, and well fitness champ (I swear my arm muscles are so hard now.)
While I'm on the subject, let me just tell you a little about my workouts. My poor dad tries so hard to get me on a routine, and I am kind of, but while I'm not super girly-girl in life (*giggle), I am at the gym. I only target the areas that I feel are important. Who cares about back, shoulders, and whatever else I don't want looking any bigger than they already do. I work on my biceps, triceps, legs, stomach and especially my butt--all the time. Butt everytime--obsessively.
I love working out. I feel so good afterwards. It's amazing. Now if I could just stop eating those free ice cream cones from McDonalds, and get my behind back on the diet, I'd be doing well!
So, I'll stop talking about exercise now because let's face it, I'm sure you aren't all that concerned with these solid-as-a-small-to-medium-for-a-girl-sized guns hanging from my shoulders.
Let's talk about something much more important...drum roll please....
This morning I woke up ready to hit the stores. I got ready. Got the kids ready and headed over to pick up Mom. I called her a few minutes before getting there to let her know A.) We were going shopping, and B.) That she better be ready to leave the house in...oh...about 4 minutes. Needless to say, her response was something to the effect of, "Didn't I warn you not to call before 9?" "Nose blowing." "Hack/Cough." "Okay!"
Such the drama queen my mom is. God love her!
After getting her and my sweet cousin Zoie (who hates shopping, mind you) in the car I ventured out hoping to find some Lauren Conrad boots.
Well, before we could even get on the freakin' inner-state I had stopped at three yard sales, one of which I was digging through kids clothes for over an hour. I was in heaven. Literally, heaven. I got a mega load from the lady for $6. Success.
...Searching for a point to this story......fail....crash....burn.
Such a tremendous day--although guys, I'm STILL bootless. Help me friends! The boots below, $236. Not happening for me in this lifetime. I need the > $50 version. Where are all my shoppers and shoe lovers?? Harmony??
Tomorrow I am going into psycho rearrange/clean mode. I'm transforming this house into Sparkle Land and I'm going to take tons of stuff to donate to Goodwill. Jay will return to half a closet and a ton of change. (*And boy does Jay love change--NO!)
How does someone like me, Change-a-holic, get hooked up with a hater. Lord only knows. =) All I do know is, it's on. Me against this house. I'm taking this sucker down, and the stink bugs strutting their stuff around my window sills, they're going down too.
In one corner: Amanda Wilson, the vaccum cleaner, and a swiffer mop; In the other: The Stink Bug Convention, the entire house, and [something clever I can't think of at the moment].
With that said, I need to go to bed. My brain is so tired that I am all out of clever one-liners. Fail. (again)
Have a wonderful evening and remember tomorrow is the Lord's day. =)
Peace.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Gather round for a tale of woe.
I'm certain I am clairvoyant. Sometimes I get the eeriest feeling--if it's dark and I'm alone downstairs I'll do the 'Jack Shepherd-eyes-closed-10-second-count-down' and then run as fast as I can to the bedroom and spastically jump in bed. My heart beating insanely. It's pure terror--and literally, frightening for me.
Although I don't believe in ghosts, this morning driving to work through Millwood, VA (*est. 5:15am) I saw a hooded man standing in the road. He had on a white robe. Seriously. He just stood there. In the dark. In the middle of the road.
My first thought from a distance, "Umm...what is that guy doing and what if he tries to stop me?"
Keep in mind it was raining, dark, and fog-gy; so I steadily crept up on the poor old fellow and he still just stood there. As I got closer, I kind of started to panic because he wasn't even trying to move out of the road!
"Was it a man?"
"Was he alright?"
"Was it a ghost?"
"Had Jesus finally come back?"
I wasn't sure; however as I got closer, I realized it wasn't a man at all. It was the speed limit sign's reflection onto the glistening wet road.
I felt like an ID-I-OT, but was unable to truly soak in the actual shame of acting so stupid. I was again ridden with terror. Heart racing; and the hair on my arms and neck standing straight up!
As I drove passed the cemetary (seriously) right beside where the old man/speed limit sign was standing, I focused on the feeling I felt and became emersed in the fear. It was so intense; like a shock of electricity.
I considered stopping the SUV to calm myself down, but I was still so scared.
Anyway, I made it to work safely and relatively unruffled. No one could tell I had been through a traumatic experience, I played it very cool.
<3 A strange blog, I'm aware.
Need sleep.
I'm certain I am clairvoyant. Sometimes I get the eeriest feeling--if it's dark and I'm alone downstairs I'll do the 'Jack Shepherd-eyes-closed-10-second-count-down' and then run as fast as I can to the bedroom and spastically jump in bed. My heart beating insanely. It's pure terror--and literally, frightening for me.
Although I don't believe in ghosts, this morning driving to work through Millwood, VA (*est. 5:15am) I saw a hooded man standing in the road. He had on a white robe. Seriously. He just stood there. In the dark. In the middle of the road.
My first thought from a distance, "Umm...what is that guy doing and what if he tries to stop me?"
Keep in mind it was raining, dark, and fog-gy; so I steadily crept up on the poor old fellow and he still just stood there. As I got closer, I kind of started to panic because he wasn't even trying to move out of the road!
"Was it a man?"
"Was he alright?"
"Was it a ghost?"
"Had Jesus finally come back?"
I wasn't sure; however as I got closer, I realized it wasn't a man at all. It was the speed limit sign's reflection onto the glistening wet road.
I felt like an ID-I-OT, but was unable to truly soak in the actual shame of acting so stupid. I was again ridden with terror. Heart racing; and the hair on my arms and neck standing straight up!
As I drove passed the cemetary (seriously) right beside where the old man/speed limit sign was standing, I focused on the feeling I felt and became emersed in the fear. It was so intense; like a shock of electricity.
I considered stopping the SUV to calm myself down, but I was still so scared.
Anyway, I made it to work safely and relatively unruffled. No one could tell I had been through a traumatic experience, I played it very cool.
<3 A strange blog, I'm aware.
Need sleep.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Hello
Hi. My name's Amanda and I'm a blogger.
Actually, I have never blogged a day in my life--but today's a new day and thanks to Carolyn's Tsjuzzing It Up, I have become suber (super+uber) excited to start a blog of my own--"to tell the truth about [Amanda Wilson]" and to pass on the pure wisdom that is a direct result of my very-ruthless-yet-most-of-the-time-muy-productive insomnia.
So...let's do this.
My latest addiction, besides Rock Star Energy Drinks and beef jerky (*bark), is going to the gym at 4am to run, pump up like a freakin' champ, and divulge in fashion and gossip magazines. Turns out...I have gotten rather fond of the 80s'esque trends trying to weasle their over-the-top way back into the...wait what are we calling this new decade....the twenty-teens?
According to Lauren Conrad (love the girl): Stacking jewelry, a frilly/girly knit vest, and very tall (like knee or above) boots are the essentials for the fall season. So, with that in mind--because we all listen to Lauren Conrad--I set off on a mission for those things, along with a few others from (**sh.sh.shoutout!) Marie Claire's spectacular July edition (Taylor Swift was on the front--I couldn't resist.)
If you know me well, then you know (like Carolyn) I can't resist a bargain. I love to thrift shop and LOVE to find crazy good deals. SO..with toned-down-refined-80's fashion in mind I hit the three most excellent bargain stores around: Salvation Army/Winchester (crazy good selection), Past and Present II/Winchester (antique and junk heaven), and Gabriel Brothers/Winchester (Outlet store for random stores and designers.)
I came out with a bundle as usual. Check out a few of my favorites:
**My favorite of all--SUPER cute! And, $3.99!!!!
**Love this one too. So pretty! $6.99
**I have an addiction to buying costume jewelry. Awesome stackable! $1.00
**LOVE! $1.00
**These earrings are so big. $1.00
(Three other dresses didn't photograph well.)
While my search for knee high boots is still on, I was very excited with my finds. I can't WAIT to wear all my new dresses and stacked jewelry.
In total, I spent around $50--but that included a $22 white bamboo/glass top table and two chairs that I got at a yard sale on the way back home. (It's going to need some tsjuzzing up for sure--but that's for another blog.)
I hope you liked my first blog! Get your boots back here for more...and for heavens sake subscribe and follow me. I need to look cool (mission in life.)
*Bow.
Actually, I have never blogged a day in my life--but today's a new day and thanks to Carolyn's Tsjuzzing It Up, I have become suber (super+uber) excited to start a blog of my own--"to tell the truth about [Amanda Wilson]" and to pass on the pure wisdom that is a direct result of my very-ruthless-yet-most-of-the-time-muy-productive insomnia.
So...let's do this.
My latest addiction, besides Rock Star Energy Drinks and beef jerky (*bark), is going to the gym at 4am to run, pump up like a freakin' champ, and divulge in fashion and gossip magazines. Turns out...I have gotten rather fond of the 80s'esque trends trying to weasle their over-the-top way back into the...wait what are we calling this new decade....the twenty-teens?
According to Lauren Conrad (love the girl): Stacking jewelry, a frilly/girly knit vest, and very tall (like knee or above) boots are the essentials for the fall season. So, with that in mind--because we all listen to Lauren Conrad--I set off on a mission for those things, along with a few others from (**sh.sh.shoutout!) Marie Claire's spectacular July edition (Taylor Swift was on the front--I couldn't resist.)
If you know me well, then you know (like Carolyn) I can't resist a bargain. I love to thrift shop and LOVE to find crazy good deals. SO..with toned-down-refined-80's fashion in mind I hit the three most excellent bargain stores around: Salvation Army/Winchester (crazy good selection), Past and Present II/Winchester (antique and junk heaven), and Gabriel Brothers/Winchester (Outlet store for random stores and designers.)
I came out with a bundle as usual. Check out a few of my favorites:
(Three other dresses didn't photograph well.)
While my search for knee high boots is still on, I was very excited with my finds. I can't WAIT to wear all my new dresses and stacked jewelry.
In total, I spent around $50--but that included a $22 white bamboo/glass top table and two chairs that I got at a yard sale on the way back home. (It's going to need some tsjuzzing up for sure--but that's for another blog.)
I hope you liked my first blog! Get your boots back here for more...and for heavens sake subscribe and follow me. I need to look cool (mission in life.)
*Bow.
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