I'm Too Good For Leftovers

Something exciting happened to me today...

I ran out of shampoo and conditioner at the EXACT same time! This never happens! Usually I have a ton of leftover conditioner when you run out of shampoo, but not this time. I guess my hair has been extra conditioned lately? lol

Today, after hours of trying to dig my brother's truck out of the mud and having to resort to borrowing a tractor, I realized I don't have enough friends with big trucks. From now on, I think I'll make that a pre-requisite to be my friend.

Question 1: Are you crazy or have a background of being crazy?

Question 2: Are you a backstabber?

Question 3: Do you have a big truck?

Afterwards, we got into a discussion of the fact that I do not eat leftovers. My sister-in-law made mashed potatoes (one of my favorite things) and we had a ton left over, so of course we stuck it in the fridge. Andrew said, "I don't know why you waste your time saving leftovers mom, Lana won't eat them. It's like she thinks she's too good for leftovers." lol. He was absolutely right. The fact of the matter is that I DESPISE leftovers; aside from a few dishes, I just won't eat leftovers. When I'm in a restaurant and don't eat all my food, I never ask for a to-go box, I just throw it away. Most people would consider me to be wasteful, but I like to think of it as being conservative with what I eat. ha ha jk.

My hatred of leftovers can also be depicted in the real world. I hate "leftover" men. I can guarantee you, if the guy wasn't good enough for another girl, then he won't be good enough for me. Not that my standards are extremely high (we've gone over my standards before), but the truth is I don't want a partially used (never to be complete again) man. I want a whole man! lol. Preferably one with lots and lots of money. ha ha jk jk

I have two thoughts for today:

My first thought of the day is why do guys think they know what they want until they get it, and then they promptly decide they don't want it?

No, I'm not saying girls don't do this also (because I know we do), but today my rant is about guys. lol. My best friend had 3 guys fighting for her awhile back. Not fighting in the literal sense, although that would be pretty cool, but in the vying for her attention sense. She didn't know which one to choose so we literally created a tally to help her decide. One of the guys completely took the lead and impressed her. Like he did all the time, he asked her to choose him so she did, feeling as though he had earned a chance. Within two days of her choosing him, he gave the excuse that he wasn't over his ex-girlfriend and that it wasn't the right time for them to have a relationship. Why, then, did he try to get with her in the first place? Ugh. Oh well, his loss.

Thought Two: Why does everybody cheat on their significant others? I have been cheated on several times, and I know many other undeserving people who have been also. Why, when you choose to be in a monogamous relationship, would you cheat on them and expect them never to find out? Grow some balls and some decency and stick with the person you chose!

Clue of the day: My hot date includes twins :)

Blondes Have More Fun

I have a confession to make...

Last night, I had a blonde moment...these don't happen very often for me

I wanted to try waxing instead of shaving, so I was following the directions on what to do. Last time I tried this wax, it was just a sticky mess; however, I wanted to give it one more chance before it was banished to the trash can. Because it was so sticky last time, the container was still sticky and messy so (being the smart person that I am) I began looking around the kitchen for something to sit it on in the microwave. I looked at various lids and plates but didn't want to melt them or get them sticky. Then I saw a cardboard box and I thought "that would be perfect to use! I'll tear off a little piece and use it like a plate; I'm so smart." lol. I was very proud of myself. I stuck the wax container on the cardboard and in the microwave. Within 30 seconds, a horrible odor filled the house...yep, that's right, cardboard burns...lesson learned. ha ha. Just a side note, the house STILL smells like burnt cardboard (an entire day later) lol.

After the burnt cardboard incident, I attempted to use the wax...once again, it proved to be a sticky mess. After some help from a bottle of Goo Gone and my trusty razor, I was able to fix the mess. However, the bowl of wax was not so lucky; last night, the wax met it's new home...the TRASH CAN.

RIP Avon Skin-(Not) So-Soft Wax Kit...

You will not be missed...

You May Collect Your $200 and Pass Go

When a light turns from green to yellow, do you slow down or speed up?

When you're driving through a school zone, do you watch for children or cops?

I have realized that I am rushing through life, and I shouldn't be. How did I realize this, you may wonder? While driving to Subway for lunch today, the traffic light turned to yellow and I found myself speeding up. I was no more hungry that usual, so why was I in a hurry to get food? If you know me at all, you know I eat 24/7...I take full advantage of my fast metabolism. I know one day, it'll catch up to me and I'll get fat (as was so rudely pointed out by my boss this morning as I was devouring a cinnamon roll), but I'll worry about it when it happens.

Upon further consideration, I realized I do this EVERY time I see a yellow light. The agitation of having to sit at a red light and wait my turn is overwhelming for me. I would rather speed through the yellow light and risk getting pulled over or causing a wreck, than sit at the light.

Every day, I pass an elementary school which has a speed limit of 25. The normal speed limit on this road is 35; the Lana speed on this road is around 43. During school hours, I find myself going the normal speed limit (35), feeling as though it is a fair compromise. However, I know I'm in the wrong because the whole time, I'm looking all around for cops; my eyes are planted in that rear view mirror. I don't figure this compromise will go over too well when I get pulled over and explain my reasoning to the cop, but I'll worry about that when it happens. My question is, why do we speed through school zones looking for cops? The purpose of the lower speed limit is to protect the kids; however, we are too busy with our lives to slow down for their protection. Instead, we selfishly speed through looking for cops...NOT KIDS...what's wrong with this picture?

Why am I in such a hurry to rush through life?

I am blessed in the fact that I am healthy and have an AMAZING family; I should be enjoying every day of my life. Lol. Even though I have such a mundane schedule…

From now on, I’m going to enjoy my life and the craziness and spontaneity that it contains. No longer will I speed through school zones looking for cops and speed up for yellow lights.

Well…let’s be practical; if you know me at all, you know how I drive and you also know this is just wishful thinking lol.

After years of tediously planning every detail of my life, I have come to realize NONE of my plans actually work out. Lol. So…I just shoot for the moon and happily land amongst the stars, living each day to it’s fullest.

I could look at the things I want to accomplish in my life (which is A LOT—I have a never-ending Bucket List, kinda like that show “The Buried Life” lol). Instead, I want to focus on what I have done. For being so young, I have accomplished a lot in my lifetime:

I have read the entire Bible (in under a year, I might add ;))

I have gone on many mission trips

I have potty-trained an uncountable number of children (pretty impressive for a child-less bachelorette ;))

l have been to 1/3 of the 50 states (I’m shooting for all 50)

I have been out of the country (this summer will make 2 times)

I have helped many strangers

I am a published author (I was published at the age of 5)

I wrote an article that made front page, above the fold

I have attended 6 colleges (I know, that’s not an accomplishment but it’s still pretty cool lol)

I own around 75 pairs of shoes (pretty impressive, I know lol)

I know how to weld

I have gone sky diving

And many other things I can’t think of right now…lol

I am going to slow down not only my driving speed, but also my speed through life. In my short 20 years, I have accomplished a lot and I have MANY more years to complete my bucket list, so why rush?

Btw, I HATE Monopoly (the title was fitting though)

AAANNNNDDDDD....my fingers are going numb because they're crossed so tightly

Hope you have a great Hooker Boot Thursday!