It's Okay Thursday #1

"I can't go on anymore bad dates. I would rather be home alone than out with some guy who sells socks on the internet.” ~Miranda Hobbes, SATC

I didn't get a blog written last night. I just didn't feel like writing.....I was not in a mood where I felt like being chipper or witty or optimistic. My plan was just not to have one, but Blonde Oklahoma Girl called me out on it, so I decided to slap something together. Somtimes, you have to fake it 'til you make it, so here's my attempt.

Oh, and I realize the quote above is really not related to anything, but I thought it was awesome and had to use it.

Today I'm trying on a new link up called "It's Okay Thursdays." You've read before about how I think a little ranting does a girl good. Here we go! :)

It's Okay.....

...that last night I almost had a heart attack when I went to feed Brett-Brett and Miss Texas' cat (they are out of town) and he was laying motionless on the bed. Mind you, he's literally 19 years old and I pray every time I am cat sitting he won't die on me.

.....that once I frantically screamed his name, and said cat looked up at me like he was annoyed that I interrupted his nap, I shook my finger in his face and gave him a stern lecture.

.....that last night I had a "to-do" list the length of my arm, but I ended up putting on my pjs and watching an America's Next Top Model marathon instead.

....that I want to go out and buy new Nike apparel just because of this ad campaign below.

.....that after talking to ND Friend about how it's important to be specific when you pray, I'm thinking about adding a request for Mr. Right to be a square toed boot wearer and to hate flip flops just to be sure my bases are covered. (I hope he takes Miss Canada's amazingly wonderful male fashion advice! Be still my heart...)

.....to wish I could block all "breaking news" about the stock market from MSN. I swear, everytime I see something about the Dow dropping it makes me want to take all of my money and shove it in a pillow case under my matress. (I have not acted on that impulse, so don't attempt to rob me!)

.....that I am perpetually confused about bananas. Let me explain. Every Monday, there are literally three big bunches of bananas in the kitchen at work. I mean the big bunches--like the Chaquita lady wears on her head. I went into the kitchen yesterday (Wednesday) and there was one, yes, ONE SINGLE banana left. There are only 14 people who work here. Where do they go?

......that I seriously considered not buying food or clothing for the next month just to be able to afford the plane and game tickets to go to 3 OSU football games this fall. Takes bleeding orange to a whole new level, no?