19. If you could live anywhere, where would it be and why?

This one is kind of fun to think about. I love adventure and I love trying new things, so I love the idea of picking up and moving somewhere new. Call me crazy, but I do think that would be fun.

We moved several times when I was growing up. SC is the 4^th state I have lived in, and Greer is the 9^th city (plus a repeat of living in Phenix City twice). I know to some of you military brats out there that is nothing. I also know that some of you poor souls have lived in the same town or area your whole life that is a big deal.

Moving wasn’t always fun; I won’t lie. It was hard to say good-bye to friends. It was hard to meet new friends. It was hard to change schools. It was hard to find new favorites. On the other hand, I have grown a lot from move to move. I’ve learned how to meet new people. I’ve learned how to try new things. I’ve learned to be more flexible. I’ve learned to consider change as an adventure.

I think it would be so fun to move overseas, probably not permanently, but at least for a little bit. I love experiencing new cultures, and the best way to do that is to submerge yourself into it. It has been fun to watch my parents as they have adjusted to a new culture. They have adapted to the ways of Guatemala – language, food, dress, travel, worship, shopping, etc. I attribute my need for change and adventure to them!! Who else up and leaves their family during their “retirement years” to move to a foreign country to work and live?! I can’t help it! It’s in my genes!!

Genes – that reminds me of a joke…

Did you know diarrhea is hereditary?!

It runs in your jeans (genes)

Hahaha!! I’m a sucker for dumb jokes!! J

Anywho…I don’t have a certain place in particular picked out that I am dying to live. I guess, I’m just game for anywhere but here!

I actually just talked to David about this the other day. He haphazardly asked me if I would ever move from SC. (don’t panic, we aren’t moving far away – yet!) I immediately said yes. He challenged me on that, but I told him…I love it here. I have a good job and some great friends here. His family is here, but I don’t have roots here. Truthfully, I don’t have roots at all. When people ask where I’m from, I don’t really have an answer. Usually I tell them AL, since I did most of my growing up there, but I’m not really FROM there I don’t guess.

So, where would I want to live?! I guess my answer would be ANYWHERE. I’m working on talking David in to it, and don’t worry, when I do, I’ll let you know!! J

The Locker Room

I work out at The Rush Fitness Complex.

I have for over a year.

My boss told me several months ago that she joined The Rush.

I’ve never seen her there.

Until last week.

Last week was where my gym experience went downhill!  

This was my gym experience last Wednesday.

Savannah and I got to the gym at our normal time. We went to the locker room, because I always have to change out of my work clothes. When I got in the locker room, I saw my boss. She had already changed clothes in the bathroom and was putting her bag in a locker. We chatted up some small talk. Truthfully, I was stalling, hoping that she would leave before I had to change. I know it may seem silly, but I really didn’t want to drop my drawers in front of my boss.

I rummaged through my bag, pulled out my water bottle, grabbed my socks, took out my clothes and shoes, and stalled. I went ahead and changed my socks while we talked thinking that would buy me a little more time. She finally walked out, and I took that moment to change my pants.

Bad idea…Just as I had dropped my pants and reached for my shorts, she came back around the corner to get something. Ugh! My boss just saw me without pants on!

In a normal person’s life, that would have been the end of it…but not in my life. I never get away with things that easily!

As soon as I pulled my shirt off, a lady at the water fountain turned around and said, “Don’t you work up at North Greenville?”  Why, yes, yes, I do. She told me she was one of the ladies that works at a neighboring doctor’s office. I have only met her a few times, but talk to her on the phone almost every week. And there I was with no shirt on.

She, of course, did not just want to say “Hello” and move on. She wanted to ask about work and how long I had been going to the gym and how my day was and on and on and on. It was so uncomfortable that I picked up my shirt to hold in an attempt to cover myself while we talked. When she finally left, I finished changing clothes…embarrassed…and just ready to go home instead of walking out into the gym to face everyone.

I change in that locker room almost every time I go to the gym. Multiple people have passed by when I was changing. I have passed by plenty of others while they were changing. That doesn’t bother me. What bothered me that day was it was my BOSS and CO-WORKER (well,kind of). I’m not embarrassed to change my clothes in front of other people. I’ve done that my whole life – sisters, friends, teammates, roommates, etc. I just don’t want my boss to be thinking about my naked legs and big butt when she is doing my annual evaluation! I don’t want this girl to think about my uppers when we are talking on the phone about patients! Talk about UNCOMFORABLE!!!!

Oh yeah, and Savannah had gone out to the car to get something, so she missed the whole thing and was not there to bail me out at all! Me and my unclothedness had to face them all alone!!

Yep, that’s the kind of stuff that happens to me! Aren’t you jealous?!

18. What has been the most difficult thing you have had to forgive?

Back to The List…well, sort of…

Just so you know, I am going to skip this one. Truthfully, I don’t like it, and I don’t want to do it. There are some things that just don’t need to be re-hashed, and I think this is one of them.

I really wish that I was like God and didn’t remember things once they were forgiven, but I’m not. Like everyone, I do remember - some times more than I want to remember.

Although I remember, I don’t want to go back down that road of hurt, so I’m going to skip this one and not write about it. After all, this is Reb’s World, and I get to do what I want here, right?!

List Maker

Are y’all list makers? I sure am.

I like lists. I like to see what is on them, and I like, even more, to be able to cross something off my list. I laughed at a friend of mine’s FB post the other day. She said that some times she likes to add things that she has already done to her to-do list just so she can mark it off and feel accomplished! Sounds logical to me!

I pretty much make lists for everything - grocery lists, to-do lists, what to bring lists, what we need lists, who I want to punch in the face list. Nah, I’m just kidding about that last one. Well, sort of. That list is just in my head! J

I’m already thinking ahead to all of the lists that I will have to make for our big move. I’m not going to lie, I’m already a little overwhelmed and I haven’t even really started yet.

I need to pack. I’ve been collecting boxes for weeks now, but have yet to start putting anything in them. I know I should go ahead and start with the all the things that we won’t need in the next month, but that panics me. What if I do need it, and I’ve stuffed it in a box with 1,800 other things?! How can I REALLY know what I’ll need in a month?!

David laughs at me when I pack, but I am very particular about our stuff. I don’t want it to get broken, so I wrap and wrap and stuff and pack. I label all the boxes. Not just with where I want them to go, but also with what is inside a box. And the fragile ones…oh those are HIGHLY labeled as fragile, almost daring the carrier of that box to break anything in it!

I found some templates in Excel that I’m pretty excited about being able to use. There are pre-made checklists, blank checklists for me to print and fill out, charts for the contents and location of boxes, and all kinds of other neat things.

Can you see why I’m so overwhelmed?! Not only do I have to pack everything that we own into bags and boxes (carefully), but I also have to label them, put them on lists and charts, and check them 100 times to make sure that everything is correct so that nothing gets left behind. I mean, seriously, have you seen Toy Story?! I can’t leave things behind!!

I don’t think I’m completely OCD, but I do think that everyone has a little OCD in them. I like things to be done orderly. I like to know what has been done and what needs to be done. Actually, I’ll admit, I like things to be done the way that I want them. Is that so wrong? I don’t know, but it’s me!!

So, here’s to the packing and list making! I’ll get started on that at some point, right?!

When I Grow Up...

Leigh Ann and I are always trying to come up with a new business that we can start. We both regret completely that there were not as many "fun jobs" when we were in college and getting started in the work place. No one told me that I could start my own cooking, catering, or baking business. I didn't know you could do fun stuff like that. Truthfully, I was always the kid that had nothing to say when the teacher went around the room and asked what everyone wanted to be when they grew up.

I went to North Greenville College, because you were suppose to go to college after high school. I got a degree in English and History, because I was good at those and wasn't interested in any of the other degrees that NGC had to offer. I graduated with honors, because, well, I'm smart like that. I now work at a doctor's office while other people out there in the work world are painting, cooking, baking, and hanging out. Oh the irony of life!!

Well, I think I have officially found what I would like to do. I'm not sure if we have to wait until we are grandmas like these ladies did, but I love their idea. PLEASE, PLEASE read this story. It is so inspiring!! This is what I want to be when I grow up.

The Morning Shower

This morning when I got in the shower, I saw a spider on the shower curtain. I’m not typically afraid of spiders, but there’s something about being trapped in a shower, sans clothes, with a spider. It’s a little disheartening.

I quickly started making a cup with my hands to catch water and throw on the spider. After a few tosses, the spider lost is ability to hold on and washed right down the drain.

End of story? NO!

I could not enjoy the rest of my shower because I kept worrying that it would come back out of the drain. Yes, I KNOW that it couldn’t, but that doesn’t stop me from thinking it. I even tilted the shower head higher than normal so that I wouldn’t be standing as close to the drain!

Does anyone else do that?

Any time I flush a bug or wash it down the drain, I always feel like it is going to come back somehow. Again, I know that it can’t, but for some reason, I always feel like it can. Is that crazy?!

Before I hear comments from the parental units, I know that my spider experience in no way compares to the tarantulas that you have seen in Central America. Dad, your tarantula in the shower story DEFINITELY trumps my current spider story, but who can compete with a story like that?!

A Little Laugh

I feel like the ole blog has taken a much too serious turn thanks to The List. I’m going to deviate from it for a bit. I’m not quitting, I’m just taking a hiatus to lighten things back up.

To kick things off, I thought I’d share some hilarity that is my husband. I really think that he is misinterpreted by a lot of people. He is somewhat quiet, especially when you first meet him. (I know, I know, opposites attract. I mean, where would we be with we were both like me?! Someone needs to be the balance!) In real life though, he is quite hilarious. The best part about him is he doesn’t mean to be funny, and, to be truthful, I think he surprises himself sometimes.

Remember I told you about going to the lake with the Strouds a few weeks ago?! Well, that’s where this story takes place.

We got to talking about a man that used to go to our church that would yell out during the sermons. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not opposed to an occasional “Amen!”, “Preach It!” or “That’s Right!” This man, however, took it a step further than those. Matthew was telling us about the first Sunday that he heard this man yell, “Look Out!” The Strouds were sitting right in front of him and his family when he yelled. At the moment, Matthew wasn’t paying 100% attention to the sermon and about hit the floor when he heard that. Matthew thought a gunman or something like that was in the sanctuary. I mean, seriously, who yells, “Look Out!” during a sermon?!

We got to laughing about that (and the man in general, I won’t lie) and some other stuff that he said and did while he was there. We also go to talking about other stuff that people yell in church. David spoke up and said, “Wouldn’t it be hilarious if you yelled, ‘Bazinga!’”

For those of you that are not Big Bang fans, just stop reading here, because this means nothing to you! Oh wait, read this before you stop reading…watch The Big Bang Theory!! It is HILARIOUS!!!

For those of you that are Big Bang fans, you know how hilarious this is! I mean, really, Bazinga – in a sermon!!! I would have to leave church and probably go home and change my drawers if I heard someone yell that in church!!

That’s the kind of stuff I mean, HILARIOUS!!