The Betrayl of the Ring

For those of you that don't know, I wear a wedding ring at work to keep the creepers away. Wednesday I went to Fred Meyer right after work still in my scrubs and still wearing THE RING. I was waiting around for an employee to come and help me mix paint for my bathroom. Out of the corner of my eye I saw an attractive man to my right walking up to me. He introduced himself to me and I of course responded with a name to him. He then told me he was going to try to help me mix this paint dealio although he was a virgin to paint mixing. I made casual and assertive flirtation with this well tanned skinned Zach Braffish haired man. It was then that he said it.

"I am going to school for Nuclear Med."

As the words dripped from is full lips like that drop of toothpaste that just won't quite fall (that was for you Josh) I realized I had fallen in "crush."

We flirted for a few more minutes discussing our lives like long lost friends. As the paint mixer slowed to a halt I held my breath to see if he would say the words that all swooning young girls wait to hear. "Your paint is finished," just kidding, "hey would it be alright if I called you sometime?" I lifted my left hand to pick up the freshly mixed paint container when he saw my deceiver! The Fake Ring. He looked at the pseudo-attachment band for a moment looked up at me with that beautiful letdown face and said, "well he is a lucky man." He then turned his well formed back to me and walked away.

What could I do?! I couldn't chase after him, how pathetic. So instead my friend Julie and I have decided to stalk Fred Meyer man and fulfill some girlish idea of "Lust at First sight"

Curse you ring of betrayl for doing your job.

The Friend Zone

I had a boyfriend once that said that his friends were his family. I always put what he said in my "aww that's sad" file and let it go. But now that I have moved away from my family and am on my own, I understand what he meant. My friends are my everything. So this particular blog is a shout out for my crew.



I have had so many life altering experinces since I have been down here that have truly changed me in my soul. This change is in large part due to my friend and savior Jesus Christ as well as my earthly friends. I just want to say thanks to you all for molding me into someone I am really proud of. Through the good times in the snow and sun to those nights when I had to realize that Tracey and Jared were actually gone, my friends were always there. I Love You All




I will close with one of my favorite quotes by one of my favorite artists.

"Never shall I forget the days I spent with you. Continue to be my friend, as you shall always find me yours."

-Ludwig Van Beethoven

We Twenty Something Women

It is the ultimate decision for us twenty something girls. We really only want one thing at this point in our lives. Love or Labels. Let me explain.

Love~Ultimately it is what we all seek. Studies have been done to show that a baby will die if it does not have that connection with another human being. Even if the infant is fed, clothed and kept safe from the immediate threats of life, it will die if not touched. Love is this action that can move mountains. It is so drilled in our heads from when we are young to find the right man, what about those who just aren't interested? Are we going against primal nature?

Labels~Dior, Manolo Blahnik, Doctor, Lawyer, all labels. It is this LOVE for these labels that make strong women. Women that could potentially change the way this world works. In Iraq as we speak people are dying for the right to have their girls to go to school. They are dying! And some girls these days just go to school to meet a man and as soon as they find one, drop all hope of being something greater than just a wife.

So I will return to the question: Love or Labels? The ultimate life question, and therefore the title to my Nouveau BlogSpot.

I have my eye on Gucci's new mochoa throw over sachelbag.

Pray tell what does that say about me?