I am Giggly!

I am giggly (as said in the title).  As I type this I am smiling like a fool, taking a deep breathe, and throwing my face into my pillow giggling.  I am giggly.  I don't know why this is.  Perhaps it was the embarrassing mishap of last night which I shall share later in this blog (although as said in an earlier post I don't get embarrassed so it wasn't REALLY embarrassing just enough to possibly make me giggle).  Perhaps it was the 6 cups of iced coffee (about 2 large mugs worth not 6 mugs worth) I had today that would put my stomach in knots giving me the false feelings of giddiness making me giggly, perhaps it's anxiety, or perhaps my body is trying to tell me I have a crush on somebody, who knows.  All I know is: I.  Am.  Giggly.  On my way home from work as I was smiling and giggly the following song came on and I screamed and worked it out sooooooo hard in my car, how could I not?!

Man did I work it out to this song.  After I parked the car and came in I decided I needed to blog with my crazy giggly self (after, of course, some much needed FB stalking).  Which brings me to the next topic of business, my kind of embarrassing mishap of last night.

So I went to Creekside to go line dancing (it's all the rage in SB).  So one of the guys who I went on a camping trip with came and picked me up to go to the Creek (sweet fellow to do so).  So upon arriving we learn 2 line dances.  Now everyone knows I love to SHAKE it, like seriously I shake it so hard somethings bound to break (preferably the hearts of men all over the world HAH just chalk that up to my giggly mood).  So anywho to my shock and chagrin I am just OK at the line dancing.  Again shock and chagrin, I thought I could keep a beat I mean I sing, and pretend to play piano, and strum a chord or two on the guitar, and have banged on the jimbae a time or two, so I thought I had pah-ritty good rhythm.  This is where the semi embarrassment came in.  The fellow that I had come with being a sweet and sacrificial gentlemen (or possibly masochistic it's yet to be determined) asked me to 2-step when the 2-stepping songs came on (again sweet fellow) and let me tell you: IT. WAS. UGLY.  I couldn't be led, I couldn't stay on beat, first I was hip to hip with him, then I was facing him and almost stepping on his toes, then he has to tell me that I should take bigger steps because it's not salsa all the while my head is looking at my over sized boots and I am basically just marching around the dance floor in circles.  It was bad, the sweet guy endured this train wreck for two whole songs then made the wisest decision of his adult life and found some other partners.  Now there were a couple big cowboy men who were so good that they could throw an ungraceful girl gracefully around like a rag doll when she is unable to throw herself around, but this sweet fellow who agreed to drive my uncoordinated ass was a normal person who should and was able to lead another normal person... not me.  It was bad and ugly.  So moral of the story is I need too learn how the eff to be led, so that men will want to date me and dance with me, because if I saw a recording of my dancing I wouldn't want to date me and I love me!  Also bad dancing may make me giggly.

Still giggly my friends, still giggly!

Peace, Love, Flowers
Lisi

Interesting Encounters at Farmers Market

o there are some interesting characters at and around the farmers market and I like to people watch so here are some of my experiences and some quotes.  

Creepy Man: "Great Smile" as he is staring straight at my legs.

Terrible Mother: "Ewww gross, Honey" after her daughter sets her own bag in an unknown substance and the mother turns away from her daughter in shame.  

A Woman walked by in tight overalls and cowboy boots.  Interesting, but not cute.  

Random Foreigner Group walking by:  "Lei Hump"  

The man selling peaches was generally offended by my blond moment of believing his sarcasm, you said it, I believed it, so why are YOU the one offended by my stupidity.

Rando Girl walking by I may know: " He obviously has babies"

An extremely EXTREMELY pale man waring a SUPER tight white, translucent tee tucked into awkward khaki pants and doc martins.

Lots of Handsome Farmers could be seen, but the lack of deodorant may be a deal breaker.

The Peach man who was offended was more macho then most selling at the market, so he appears to be a true "Farmer" and not a gardener.

Very Handsome older gentlemen was too old for me to be attracted too but not to old to be considered attractive.

A Farmers Farewell,
Lisi

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Embarrassing Moments

I do stupid stuff a lot... like A LOT A LOT!  I can't tell you how many times I have sent dumb DUMB text messages to dumb people, when I am feeling dumb.... or FB peopled more than I should have.... or just done something dumb.  That being said, it is rare that I get embarrassed by these dumb actions or let these dumb actions haunt me.  Don't get me wrong initially it happens and I am red faced and embarrassed but it passes, but when they don't pass that's when I get angry.

I hate, HATE when a guy makes you embarrassed and you can't shake it.  Like when every time you think about it you get the dumb chills or dread the day you accidentally run into them, or have to run into them.  I only have a few of those events in my life maybe 3 or 4, but it makes me really angry for some reason.  I did something dumb I get that, but it usually takes two to tango so if there is someone else in the situation who is continuing to make me feel dumb, I get really angry.  Now this is not them making fun of me, because chances are I deserve it and can take it.  What makes me angry embarrassed is when they are either arrogant about something or embarrassed for you.  Like they are looking down from their sky high chamber and feeling bad for the peon below.

Now I haven't had a situation like this for a while, and thankfully am currently not embarrassed about anything (although there is one event I have a twinge of embarrassment about and depending on a arrogant man's reaction in an interaction in the future will determine whether the twinge passes or turns to anger).

What it comes down to is probably that I am angry I did something dumb, and I am embarrassed about it and mad that this person keeps making me feel embarrassed, when in reality I tend to not be embarrassed... I guess the moral of the story is my embarrassment turns into anger.

Peace, Love, Flowers
Lisi

PS Everyone loves a good cowboy, thank you Santa Barbara for delivering such a bounty.

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Random Facts About my Recent Occurrences in my Life

So I took the GRE yesterday, I did very poorly... I think... BUT I did well enough to get into the one Grad school the GRE was required for, so yet again I did just enough to get by, C's get degrees!

I had someone tell me recently "I just love school because I love to learn" I immediately thought what they really wanted to say was "I want you to think I am an intellectual and be impressed... also I take myself very seriously".

I am very immature and act like a junior high girl much of the time... I think this blog is proof of it... also what's proof of it is how much I facebook stalk, I should grow up a little bit.

What's not cute is when girls clean their teeth with their tongues, whether your mouth is open or closed it is gross, do not do that in public ladies.

I have been attending many a happy hour now that I am living in a downtown flat living it up with my fellow downtown diva roommate, and I have discovered through multiple occurrences and experimental research that men whom you are friends with who typically are friendly but no overly friendly become overly friendly when they have been drinking.  I cannot tell you how many men who are not on a "hugging basis" with me quickly become on that basis when I run into them after they have had a beer or too.

I do wish that I could be as brave as I am when I have had one cocktail or when it is way late and I am less than lucid from sleep deprivation, because that is when I definitely do not hold back and make friends.

Tell the next flow of words come through my blond head!
XOXO
Lisi

See Not Cute