Happy Birthday....

...to the one NOT in the awesome red plaid jacket/shirt.



Big Sister

Well, I was only one off.

But she should have won.

After all, she had some of the best free coaching ever from me and a group of my peers....



I hate the Misses of Oklahoma.

C.T.

As I watch the Miss America Pageant....

these things come to mind.

One-piece swimsuits will ALWAYS get you kicked right out. I mean, come on. If you make the Top 10, even if you are a Mormon, you'd best show some skin if you want to keep going.

Why is tap dancing in such a ridiculous manner all over the stage considered a legitimate talent? How is that going to save the world or help diabetes or help poor people? I just can't help but laugh at the tap dancers.

I need to play the piano with more flare. I need a big read, feathery dress.

If you're going to butcher a perfectly ridiculous Phil Collins song, national TV might not be the best place to do it.

If you are the two Miss Congeniality losers, I guess you have to be really, really nice while losing on stage. You know, being a contender for Congeniality and all. Although it would have been awesome to see one of the losers just totally go nuts and punch out A.C. Slater.

If you are going to butcher a perfectly good Andrea Bocelli song, national TV is probably not the best place to do it.

Nigel is pretty.

I'm not really sure who dressed Debi Allen tonight, but yuck.

Shilah just made the Top 3. Stay tuned....

C.T.

Miss America 2007, y'all

I'm predicting that tomorrow night will crown Shilah Phillips as Miss America 2007. I can claim a small role in Shilah's success winning Miss Texas through some expert pageant coaching, and I feel confident that she will go all the way. And that she would be nothing without my help.

I changed the look of the rantings.

In case you didn't notice.

C.T.

i hate the mall
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Read this last night
In a book of reflections on the teachings of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

It is a love not simply for friends, but also for enemies. It is a love that burns not only in the fire of familiar intimacy, but burns equally bright in the hot coals of enmity and rejection.

This is no mere human love. This is God's love made recklessly abundant in the human heart. . . . That we know little of such a love is a sad comment on the spiritual emptiness of our present world . . . Only a deeper conformity to the Christ who forgave those who crucified Him can spawn such a love into such cold hearts as ours.

C.T.

When will the wait be ogre?
I just saw a commercial for the new Shrek movie.

And by "new' I mean it will be out in 115 days. How do I know this?

BECAUSE THAT'S THE AD. Yes, the wait will be "ogre" in 115 days.

Now, my questions are these:

1. (since this is a kid's movie and all)... are movie-promoting people under the impression that kids can count to 115? I can barely count that high and I'm a very old kid.

2. Do these same movie-producing people under the impression that kids are going to figure out when 115 days is in the future, mark it on their calendar, and wait patiently until that day?

3. Are parents interested in hearing this for the next 115 days: CAN WE GO SEE SHREK TODAY? IS IT TODAY?? IS IT TIME FOR SHREK??? ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR... AHUNDREDANDFIFTEEN!!!! I WANNA SEE SHREK!!!!

4. So seriously, everyday for the next 115 days, are we going to see this Shrek movie commercial counting down to Day 1?

I'm not really sure I understand this marketing logic. But I guess it's never too early to start promoting stuff to ensure the success of a project.

So just so everyone knows, in 115 days (which I think is sometime in December of 2010) I won't care that Shrek III is now available in theaters, nor will I care that the wait is "ogre".

C.T.

Happy Birthday to Me!
Yep. And it's been a good one. All weekend.

Dinner with friends.

Home-cooking with the family. Nap with the puppies.



Some much-needed birthday house-cleaning. I tell you what, it's something special to have a clean house for my birthday, even if I cleaned it myself.

Today was a day off from work. A facial with my mom. A jaunt to Target. Whataburger for lunch. A birthday nap.

AND, I cooked. Yep, dinner is simmering on the stove. And it's NOT from a box. It's an actual recipe.

I wrote a whole blog in my head during my facial, but then I forgot it because I was so relaxed. I've never had a facial before. It. Was. Awesome.

She cleaned off 30 years of face grime, so now I will start with a clean face slate. I'm not really sure what all she did to me, but I'm pretty sure at one point one of the masks was Vics Vaporub.

I don't care. It was awesome.

Tonight is a brand new Heroes and a brand new Studio 60, plus my Mamaw's taco soup (that's what I made for dinner, yo).

Happy, happy birthday to me.

C.T.

Also...
I've just discovered that American Idol uses Garage Band for their musical interludes because I just recognized a clip I found in Garage Band and used in one my musical masterpiece arrangements on my sister's CD that I made for my mom.

Garage Band is genius. And clearly, so am I for using it. I could have created the soundtrack for American Idol and be rich and famous by now.

Dang.

C.T.

The consensus is....
Simon doesn't know anything about music at all.

At least that's the word on the streets in Minneapolis and Seattle.

C.T.

Aging Well
I hear that phrase sometimes when you see, say.... an old lady that looks absolutely great. You say "Wow, has she aged well." Or when you see an old lady that looks about another 100 years older than the 100 years old that she really is. You'd say "Wow, she has NOT aged well at all..."

But, that's not really what I'm refering to here. I'm thinking more in terms of lifestyles as we age, at any age. How we progress through our lives as we age as individuals. I think it's important that as we grow older, as we work through what maturity means for us, or what responsibility means for me, or spirituality or family or our place in our lifespan progresses through the years, that whatever that means for each of us, we are doing what we can to age well .... wholistically.

Sure, I also hope to be that old lady that gets a "Wow, has she aged well!" But that's really beside my thoughts here.

I don't do New Years resolutions. I don't necessarily believe that the start of a calendar year is the ideal time to start new things or make life changes. I know for me, my moods, ideas, responsibilities, growth, and changes are almost never related to 12:01am January 1.

BUT, it just so happens that my birthday is in January, so I think about these things coincidentally as the new year begins. Each year for the past few years, I've spent the first few weeks of January thinking about what I want my next year to be for me. Goals, changes, projects, finances, people in my life, whatever. There's no formal process for this. But I like to make myself take the time during this period before I start another year of my life to think about my life, what I like, what I don't like, and what (if any) changes I know I should really think about take action to make progress in those areas.

I'm not always successful at turning my review into actual actions. But, I tend to be sentimental, and a "reviewer". I'm constantly reviewing things and thinking back on things. So instead of turning that into an obsessive thing during the few weeks before my birthday when I'm thinking about my upcoming year, I try to think about it in productive ways of my place in life and if this is really where I want to be now, and if not, where I want to go and what can I do this year to move towards that.

I'm sure this all sounds much more proactive and goal-oriented than it really is. But really, it's just something that I do to take stock of things and ask myself some questions. And I really haven't been doing it for that many years.

Last year when I turned 30, I realized that I really wasn't happy. And I've been unhappy for a long time. And, when I thought about it, I couldn't really pinpoint what was making me unhappy. So, I decided that I wanted to start my 30s making a bold effort towards happiness in my life because I don't want my 30s to start like my 20s ended in the happiness department. Time is just too precious to waste being unhappy for no good reason.

I decided I needed some help with this. So, I started counseling last January. This was a big deal for me. I'm still going and I'm still exploring "me" and my quirks and foibles and how I can be happy inspite of how much I make myself crazy. But it's been fabulous (especially the drugs that have come with it....).

That's a big confession for my blog, but I'm feeling really open right now. My expectation for starting my 30s happier and healthier came with one major caveat for myself, and that was no deadline. I didn't want the pressure of "I have to be happier by 31!." I wanted this to work and to be helpful, so I wanted to just work through all that it involves in a way that it really sticks and really makes a difference. Because if my 30s are going to be happier as a decade, I can't start it with a quick fix or by not paying attention. A bandaid fix isn't going to last. Plus, it's not cheap. So I have to make it count as I go.

Much of the past year, truthfully, has been even LESS happy for me than 29 was. But, it's a process. It's digging in and putting words to fears, anxieties, struggles, hopes, dreams, disappointments, and figuring how to look all of that in the face and make myself feel better about myself, my world, my life. It's making changes that are hard to make, it's accepting things that are hard to accept, it's basically an overhaul of the past 30 years of being a certain way and figuring out the best ways to keep who I am but turn that into a happier me. It's part of my aging well agenda. And it's leading to understanding myself better, being happier, and getting past what is WRONG to what I can make RIGHT. It's genius.

So that was 30. Next week I face 31.

I haven't spent time with many specifics for 31. I haven't laid out a plan. But I've got a general idea of what I want for myself this year.

1. I want to get promoted at work. I want to respect my job. I want to be happy there. I want to succeed. I want to commit.

About 4 or 5 months ago I was having a REALLY rough time at work, in part due to being a mess outside of work. I was messing everything up. I wasn't focused. I dreaded going to work everyday and I had a really hard time making it through the day with any ounce of sanity. Plus, I wasn't really the nicest person to work with on most days.

Not that I'm 100 percent NOT a mess as a whole today, but I've had a heart to heart with myself about my job and I've decided it's time to stop playing around with it and half-heartedly being there. It's time to commit. Not to say I do poor work. I do a good job on a normal day and I always keep a commitment to a certain level of good performance and integrity in my work. But, I could really rock that job if I set my mind to it.

I want a raise. I want higher status. I want more responsibility. And I've already begun. I've gotten two new clients in the past two weeks. I've been to meet one of them in Florida. I'm cranking out reports and agendas and meetings. I'm knocking heads, I'm keeping everyone on task. I'm speaking up in meetings and tossing around ideas with the bigwigs. I'm now working from home some nights and some on the weekend to make sure I am not missing anything, and to show my bosses that I am really in this. I've found that if I check email even just once on a Saturday, shuffle some emails around (making sure to copy at least one boss on a few of the emails) it has already boosted everyone's confidence in me that I am taking care of my business. I had to have a heart to heart with myself about that, too. Bringing work home. But I've realized that if I want the raise, the promotion, the respect of my peers and bosses, it's going to take some hard work for awhile.

Plus, throwing around some key marketing words and phrases from time to time (even if I have no idea what I'm talking about) works WONDERS for people's perception that I am capable to handle the job. I am REALLY good at picking up things from people, observing and learning how to use words or phrases or processes (and eventually learning what they mean). That's been an asset.

So, I'm on it. This job thing.

And it's already paid off. Today, two different bosses came over to my desk at two separate times and gave me huge props for some conference calls I led this week and dealing with our new clients. That's a huge deal. So, I'm on my way for this goal. I'm already catching the attention of the higher-ups. And that is good. I mean, after all I am 31 years old. I have been with my company for two and a half years. I am past entry-level positions and depending on others to make sure I am doing my job. I want to grow up a bit at work. I still feel like a kid in a grown-up's job sometimes. But that's not the case anymore. I'm the adult now.

And strangely, I've found over the past couple of months that I really enjoy my job. I'm actually having fun there during the day, crazy as it is any given day. It's nonstop almost everyday. But, I enjoy the people I work with. I'm settling in to a new groove of professionalism, organization, and just really working hard to be available as a resource and contribute to the organization, treating everyone with kindness and respect. It's like something has clicked in me lately, and things are starting to come together in a way that works for me at my job. I'm keeping up with details, focused, and looking for more ways I can make a difference beyond just being a task-master.

Of course, my goal is NOT to become one of those workaholic nuts that works all the time, on the weekends, evenings. If I ever get to that point, I'm OUT and it's time for a career change. But for now, I'm seeing what I can do to get ahead, and that's a big step for me. I've never seen myself with a "career" or getting the hang of this marketing thing, or having goals to move ahead in my job. I'm a "creative", not a marketing brain. But I've found that I am good at the marketing and the details if I make the effort to learn and stay focused.

In fact, I shouldn't be sacrificing the time to blog right now.... ha! But I am. And I've discovered that working at home in my pjs on my Macbook while I watch American Idol really isn't so bad after all.

2. I want to work on my personal connections.
Over the past year, I have flaked out at some point (and as a general bad habit) on pretty much everyone I know. I'm terrible at keeping in touch, whether you are close by or far away. I've checked out. I've shut down and holed up. And I want to get back to my relationships and responsibilities with friends and family. They are important to me and I need to be sure I am showing that in every way possible.

3. Along that vein, I want to spend more time with family. Not always in quantity (although more often is good), but also in quality. And this has already happened a lot over the past year or so. I've just got a really great family - my parents, grandmas, aunts, uncles, cousins and their family. Um... and the puppies, of course. I've been able to see family more over the past year, spend more time with my parents, and connect with them. I want to be sure they know what they mean to me, and I have a history of not communicating that very well. I want to improve that and continue enjoying time with them. They are super precious, after all.

4. I want to take better care of myself.
Over the past year or so, I have developed some bad habits that I want to go away, and I want to work on other good habits that I need to make a priority. I truly hate the word "habit". I don't think we really do things out of habit. We choose to do or not do things depending on our levels of selfishness, self-centerdness, laziness, or appearances. I need to brush my teeth every night, but when I don't it's because of laziness. Not necessarily tied to a habit. The habit is either that I DO brush my teeth every night, or I DON'T - a habit either way. But my actions are motivated by whether I care to stay awake for another 3 minutes, or if I decide I don't care about my teeth tonight and I'd prefer to snuggle under my electric blanket and get to sleep right now. The bottom line is, they really need to be brushed every night, and I kinda want to do that.

Of course, this issue isn't related just to my teeth or any form of hygiene, really. I want to make more time to read, and choose things to read that improve my life and help me age well. I want to balance my time better, allowing for plenty of time for my introverted recharging rest alone in my house, but also to allow more time for spending with people. I've sacrificed time with people a lot to hole up alone. I want to eat better. I'll eat a Totinos pizza every night of the week because it takes no effort from me and it costs a dollar, and I can spend "cooking" time doing something else. But at the end of the week when I feel like crap, maybe 5 Totinos pizzas in a row wasn't the best idea. I want to keep my house cleaner. I go from one extreme to the other. I'm obsessively neat and clean, or I don't care. I've got two weeks worth of Sunday newspapers sitting next to me on the floor right now. I've got the time to put them away. I just don't care. But I want to find a happy medium of cleanliness versus letting things get out of control because I'd rather watch something I've got on DVR.

5. And part two of taking better care of myself is figuring some things out with God and getting back to relationship with Him. I've completely let that go over the past year or so. I just haven't been interested. I've been frustrated. I've been hurt. And most important, (and this will sound strange, but it's a good thing), I need to separate God from church.

I've let my personal relationship with Christ suffer. And I've simply gotten to a point where I don't know what to do with Him, and I don't know what to let Him do with me. And that has brought me to a place where I have to separate God from church. God is not hurtful or vengeful, but when we are hurt in our church or we are going through a time when it is hard to connect in communal worship or in other ways of worship with our community of believers, we cannot hold God responsible for that. We can't leave God out. We have to find ways to see Him and spend time with Him. He's not just at church.

I want to be back active in my church. But I think in order to do that, I have to connect with God again first. I'm searching and questioning and taking very small, baby steps to move in a more positive direction in this area. I've been very complacent about it. None of this is to say that my church is wrong or bad or incorrect or isn't a great place. I truly believe that it is a great place, and I have been very involved over the years in participating in the growth of my church. I've grown a lot there in my years there and it always hold a special place in my heart. I dearly love the people who make up my church community, and many of the people who are dear to me and who I call my circle of friends are in my life because of my church.

But, it's been a tough year for me. I haven't found the answers I'm looking for there, either in the building, in our worship times, in conversations with people, or otherwise. We're growing and changing as a church, and I am growing and changing and struggling with things that have left me weary of keeping up with much that has gone on for my church lately. So, I've checked out rather than keep trying to make sense of it all.

My journey to get back to it is to start with God and see where that leads me.

That is another big confession, but I will leave it at that for now.

This isn't the sum total of what I'm thinking about for my year 31. But it's a start and it's some big stuff. And my caveat again is that there is no deadline. If I accomplish all of this before 32, fabulous! If I am keeping up with it and staying serious and mindful of not being in exactly the same place that I am right now at 30 when I end 31 at this time next year, then I'm on the right track and I am satisfied with that. I just don't want to have this same list of things to mull over at this time next year.

I don't really do "action items". I do that with everything at work, putting together a list of action items (like a to-do) list, and them checking them off as I go. I try not to be that rigid in my personal life because I think all of the action items at work and at play would drive me insane and occupy all of my obsessive tendencies.

But last year I did have one action item, and that was to call a counselor and get in front of someone before the end of January to get started on the happiness thing. And I did that.

This year I've already picked up some books to get going on my search for God again. So that's my action item and I can already check it off my list, even though it was a completely random accidental opportunity for free books this week.... I started reading one last night and I didn't fall asleep or get frustrated, and it was actually a perfect chunk of reflection from Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. about finding out all of the ways God loves us, and everything else comes out of that. Good start for me.

I want to age well. And the key word I'm using for all of the 5 goals above and as I figure out what it means for me to age well is "want". Not need. I don't "need" to make these changes. It's not a chore or requirement. And to be perfectly honest, I could be just fine where I am, doing what I'm doing, not changing a thing.

But aging well is where I want to be and what I want to do, and that's just where I need to be as 31 stares me in the face next week.

Word.

Off to work now... in my pjs and during American Idol, of course.

C.T.

Possibly a near-perfect evening
Well, considering it's too cold to survive doing anything else this evening, and I'm lacking anyone to cudle with on the couch...

Golden Globes on DVR
Macbook
IMDB
Google
Flannel pjs
Leopard-print slippers
Hot spice tea
Blog

I don't know that I will have an all-encompassing recap of the awards like I have in the past. But now that it's an interactive experience for me (what with the Google and IMDB and instant access to what movies some of these random no-name actors are in), I may have perfected my award show watching experience.

Next to being there in person, of course.

Incidentally, getting kicked off of American Idol was the best thing that ever happened to Jennifer Hudson. Nice!

C.T.

I love hotels
I just do.

I'm currently in Florida, sitting in my hotel room, and I love it. Sadly, I'm here on business and not here for fun. Although... I keep telling my bosses that I'm on spring break. They just look at me funny when I say that.

But I think 8 hours of straight meetings, a working lunch, a working dinner, then the past two hours of working through emails from the office that I missed all day proves that I am very much NOT on spring break. I can't even concentrate on Grey's Anatomy. I'm working.

Of course, right now I'm blogging. And then I'm done for the night.

But back to hotels. I just really like them. Forget all the disgusting things about them. I've seen all the Dateline specials about germs all over the bed, in the bathroom, on the remote control, yada yada. You just can't think about that stuff when you're in a decent hotel. I consider it when I'm in a less-than-nice hotel. But in nicer hotels, you just have to pretend that you are the first person to ever stay in this room, and nothing has ever been touched by human hands until you arrived in the room.

It's not even the novelty of my own room, my own bathroom, my own space, or seclusion for a day or so. I have all of that at home.

It's that I have TWO beds right now. Why? I don't know. I didn't ask for two beds. But here's one, and right over there? It's another one. I am using one for sleeping and one for my closet. I don't want to take the time to actually hang things up to get the wrinkles out. My bed-closet is working just fine.

I've got a big bathroom with a lot of counter space. This is super fun for me. My bathrooms at home, while I do have TWO bathrooms that are good and nice, neither of them exactly have superfluous counter space. I love that in hotel rooms I can open my toiletries bag and dump all of it out, leave my flat iron on the counter, along with the hairdryer, a towel, and the coffee pot - all at the same time - and I still have room to function.

I can change the temperature in the room, up and down, all night long if I want to (although I don't want to do that - I pretty much just want to sleep all night long) and I don't have to worry about my electric bill.

I don't have to clean anything or straighten anything, yet when I come back after a long day at work, my bed is made and the bathroom is clean. Plus I can use a brand new towel every time I get myself wet in any way. I have four bath towels, but there is only one of me and I am only here for two nights. That's a lot of towel for a small person such as myself. In fact, I could make a complete towel outfit to wear in my room for the rest of the night, and still have enough towels leftover for my shower in the morning.

My question is, what is up with hotel room alarm clocks? Does anyone on the planet know how to set one of those things? I spent ten minutes on it last night before I finally figured it out. I used my cellphone alarm as a back-up, of course. I usually do the wake-up call, but when I checked into my room last night at 11:00, I witnessed the night frontdesk guy take a call from someone requesting a wake-up call, and his performance in programming the phone to call the guest did not convince me that I should trust him with waking me up this morning. So I chose the room alarm clock and my cellphone.

But I just don't understand why they have the most complicated alarm clocks in the world in every hotel room in the world. It's like they come from a special Hotel Alarm Clock Factory that can only produce complicated alarm clocks for the hotel industry.

I'm sure there are more random things that I enjoy about hotel rooms, but I'm pretty tired. I'm going to pick a bed and go to sleep now.

C.T.

The best moment of my day...
...is pretty much when I get home after a long day of running around like crazy at work and I first get home and into my pjs and snuggle onto the couch under my blanket.

Ok, it might not be the "best" moment. Morning coffee is pretty good, too.

Ipodding in the car on the way to work, also nice. That's new for me, and the ipod has made my morning commute much nicer.

But the moment of combining the pjs (symbolic of removing the uniform of the day and finally getting to relax) with the warm comfort of a soft blanket and a comfy couch (symbolic of, um.... of a good couch) . . . . that's just pretty sweet.

C.T.