When I was a Kid

I don't know what it is about me that screams, "QUICK SET ME UP ON A FREAKING BLIND DATE!" I like to think it is because I am just really really ridiculously good looking, but whatever.

I really should learn to adhere to the little red lights that go off in my head saying things like this:

First Stop Sign:

My Manager was setting us up

 and it was her husband's friend

                   Second Stop Sign:

                             He's only EIGHT years older than me, no big deal

Third Stop Sign:

She told me, "He's kind of a bigger guy, not fat, just muscley... and he's got a gut.

Now I don't want you to think that I am judgemental. I just usually go for skinny, little guys. Really skinny.

Fourth Stop Sign:

I was doubling with my Manager and her husband and their adorable little boy.

Nevertheless, I agreed. I just can't say no to a date! Feel free to call me desperate, but I like to call it fun. I think dates are really really fun. So, he gave me a ring on the phone and we had made a plan.

Saturday night.

Seven.

Texas Roadhouse.

 So it began.

I think there is a reason they call them "blind dates" and it's because sometimes it is better when you are blind. I don't consider myself shallow, but sometimes I am just not attracted to people. I only saw him in the light for about two seconds when he picked me up and I knew immediately that we would just remain friends. As we drove the twenty or so minutes that it takes to get to the restaurant we had endless conversation with seldom awkward pauses and lots of laughs. When we got to dinner the overhead light was broken thus making our table dimmer than it already was.

Allow me to take a brief moment to

 throw in a plug for Texas Roadhouse.

It is delicious.

I'm not a huge meat lover and I loved it.

The rolls are made my angels.

The end.

As you can see, dinner was delectable. Afterwards we headed back to my Manager's house to play games but ended up talking in the car for a half hour while we waited for them. It was fine, no big deal. When we got inside the house, though, I saw him for the first time. I repeat, maybe it is better for a blind date to remain blind.

Long story short, it was a fun learning experience.

Join me next month for another story from

THE AWKWARD DATING STORIES OF CAMI

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Texas Roadhouse

College

I like

Just a few things that make me smile:

 rescuing my phone from the Crack of Despair using a ruler and a comb taped together

 giant chinese people

 heart salad

 festive cats

 long road trips

waking up to love notes from my boys

(some pictures courtesy of COLORMEKATIE)

America's Next Top Model?

Tonight I had the opportunity to spend a few too many hours on Facebook and after relentlessly stalking my "friend's" Senior Pictures, Engagements, Bridals, etc. I got that feeling that comes everytime I have too much time on my hands and have nothing better to do than admire the beauty of others. I like to call it envy mingled with intrique, sprinkled with a pinch of disgust. I have never had a photoshoot, fancy senior pictures, and I definitely am not engaged. Call me vain, but I just want some dang pretty pictures of myself.

DISCLAIMER:

Once upon a time, I went to a land of potato fields and with nothing better to do I journeyed with one of my good friends to a place of trains. We, being females, found this the perfect opportunity to take an array of photos. Too bad we both looked like we had danced in acid rain and then dried off with weeds. I looked like poop on toast. So, I suppose you could call this little escapade a photoshoot, but my lack of hygiene and any or all make up makes me feel more disappointed than flattered. Let's just say, I'm not marking that one in my journal of good hair days.

So, if anyone has a fervent desire to make me look attractive on film, please, by all means do it. Direction will be required. Sometimes my face does unnatural things and I look like I am in pain... or confused... or confused about my pain. I am about as photogenic as a brown banana is tasty. Be ye warned all ye photographers, you will have your work cut out for you.

But, I will love you forever.

Life in the Iceburg

when: winter 2011

where: Rexburg, Idaho

who: 401

why: because I love them

what: a dedication to those that have inspired more laughter than I have experienced ever

how: Now this is the question.

• heart to hearts
• lame jokes
• kid history
• cats
• giggling
• girl's nights
• despicable me
• candy
• fingernail polish
• clogged toilets
• troy boy
• g-raffe
• pretzels
• cheetah girls
• dance parties

OPERATION: Having fun in 401

Chocolate Covered Love

Lately I have been pondering something of great importance. WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH CHOCOLATE COVERED CINNAMON BEARS? Who takes candy and covers it in chocolate and says it is okay? Chocolate covered Starbursts would combust the universe.There is nothing funnny about chocolate covered Laffy Taffy. Now you may submit that those two examples can't be considered due to their fruity delectability, so I present something new for you to chew on: chocolate covered Hot Tamales- not cool. So why is it that they are so addictive?

think about it.

Evacuate the Dance Floor

I pride myself on my dancing skills. If you bred a fish and an ostrich and stuck them on the dance floor you would have me. Here is a simple equation to help you out.

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Get the picture?

Impressive, isn't it? My arms flail, my hair bounces, and my body contorts; this is why it makes absolutely no sense that I should be good at JUSTDANCE 2, but alas, I dominate. It's some kind of cruel trick of fate or maybe I just have no life and play it all day long... whichever.

THANK YOU SANTA!