Crazy Conversation, I have to share.
I did some catching up tonight [LONG OVERDUE] with a friend of mine. We started with the usual “How are things” but then got on the subject of relationships, probably because we are complete twins when it comes to how we deal with the opposite sex. Both former chunks and awkwards, we have issues when it comes to having realistic images of ourselves. Who doesn’t right?

Anyway, my friend shared a conversation he had with some friends at a coffee house. Now we are both super romantics, but not so much in the traditional sense. I do like to cuddle but not when I really want to just sleep, I loathe cheesy stuffed animals, I think if a guy ever sang a song for me I’d probably laugh, and don’t even get me started on poems BUT I am in love with the thought of being in love. THAT my friends, is what the coffee house convo was all about, LOVE.

Apparently there was some REAL asshole there who kept questioning everyone. You know kinda like the “You don’t want a monkey guy”. My friend kept talking about his past relationships and this guy kept asking all these crazy questions. To sum up an extremely LONG conversation, the point the asshole was trying to make was that if you add up all of your past, failed relationships it equals your journey to the ultimate goal of finding real love.

My question here was whether or not this guy was saying it was only possible to be in love once. I mean it sounded like he was discarding relationships [which are valuable and necessary in my opinion] as just mere stepping stones. Yeah you need them to step on and on, but they weren’t worth anything once you get to the end. To be honest, at this point in the convo I didn’t have any advice to give me friend, I was kinda turned off by this whole coffeehouse conversation and over discussing it.

Then the real TM kicks in. You know her! The Carrie’esque over-analyzer who can’t get her mind off a problem until the solution has been found, or at least a solution which will suffice for that moment. Maybe I didn’t disagree so much with asshole? I mean if you consider an on and off again relationship, isn’t that just stepping forward then stepping back stepping forward then stepping back and never being able to reach the ultimate destination? What about asshole saying failed relationships weren’t real love? I mean maybe he had a bad break up at some point or another because I can say I really did love people I had relationships with. Now we aren’t talking casual dating here. Yeah I don’t want any of those people to get hit with a bus, but if they didn’t earn a whole stepping stone, then I mean what would asshole consider them?

What about this word love? I love my family. I love my dog. I love going to Starbucks. I love learning. I love pedicures. I love Dutch Tulips. I love Steel Magnolias. I love old school soul. I LOVE having a full schedule. I love taking vintage pieces and making them my own. Why can’t I [according to asshole man] have loved a few lucky boys along the way and still have an ultimate love goal? This is where I think asshole man doesn’t make any sense and his theory crumbles. I have two very good examples.

Example number one. A friendship turned to wanting more turned to confusion turned to nothing turned to an endless cycle until someone chose to break it. This would be the example where you love someone so much you say and do crazy things because your emotions are just so charged. I mean this is after-school special love at it’s finest. Is asshole saying this isn’t “real” love? I certainly had no desire to be with anyone else, ever. Eventually love turned to disgust and hate because of dishonesty, cheating, and overall disrespect. Even still, I have to admit [as unhealthy as it may be] those feelings of crazy love come back in seconds and I’m back to not having the desire to be with anyone else.

Example number two. This would be the complete opposite of number one. Confidence meets confidence which is added to lots of sweaty action (at the GYM) and small thoughtfulness and an overall appreciation and desire for more which ended because of outside factors. This was the example that made me question if it was too good to be true. Was this just another stepping stone? Perhaps, but again, love was still apparent. This one bears no animosity, just regret as it relates to the outside factors.

I’m sure none of this rambling is making any sense, but typing is way faster than writing. Once I had typed some of this, I thought this asshole man’s theory might spark some interesting responses from my LOVES. SEE, I use LOVE all the time! :-) So please, share if you so desire.

I’m gonna cut myself off here.

Okay so I’m guilty of age discrimination. Sometimes I just want the old lady to walk just a little faster so I can get my shit in the store and be out in less than say, the two hours it’s taking her. Lately I’ve been helping a friend out [she's way short staffed] and getting a few bucks myself, by lifeguarding. I worked at this same club in HS but never really had the chance [or was never bored enough] to strike up a convo with the many MANY older people who frequent the pool. It’s really sad because I now know these people have such amazing stories.

I mean one of my favorite guys John, comes in everyday and swims the exact same length in a fairly close amount of time from day to day. When I asked him about this one day, he started to tell me about being in the Army and the discipline it required. Another day we got to talking about where I went to school. Once he found out it was Savannah, he started telling me stories about being in the South when it was that sort of old genteel flavor. Then just last week, we talked about this crazy mission he had to do where they dropped him and some of his men off in the middle of the jungle [Army Rangers]. Then they were left there for about three months with only a month worth of food, so they had to hunt all these jungle animals. He showed me scars from this mission, told me about seeing his friends die, this was CRAZY!

Another one of my favorites is this German lady Erna who has traveled to probably EVERY country in this world. All you have to do is mention a place and she can go on for hours about her trip there. She does get a little moody when I forget to turn her Josh Groban cd on though.

Then there’s Bernie. Bernie insists on using the “For Classes Only” equipment even if he’s not necessarily taking the class. He’s a true charmer and I let him get his way. He’s this super tall black guy with a deep voice and huge loud laugh, who just looks like he’s gonna break out in a tap dance if I turn on the right music. He’s always listening and always smiling, no matter what.

By far the most impressive person is this Asian lady. I can’t understand anything she says, so I have yet to get her name. She’s 94 years old and moves faster than my MOM! I’m not kidding. I don’t know how she does it. She’ll take a Water Aerobics class then go swim laps for another thirty minutes. She does always carry this gallon jug of brownish unidentifiable liquid, so maybe that’s the secret. I gotta get some of that stuff.

There are tons more stories I’ve heard, but I’m just so amazed. What I used to just pass off as ANOTHER Arthritis class has turned in to me learning a ton about our history and real-life accounts of those events. Also [and this is an added bonus] old women always think you are too thin and will bake delicious treats for you so you can fatten up. I’ve probably gained fifteen pounds just from Betty’s snacks alone. I DEFINITELY recommend stopping to say hello to the next semi-cool looking old person you see. You might be surprised!

Okay. I know this is probably the result of being sick and in bed for the past few days, but I really REALLY miss Savannah. I loved my apartment, my classes, my job, my FRIENDS, and I have just been thinking about all of it. Graduation was a super busy time and I guess things didn’t really sink in until I had these days of illness to reflect. I didn’t realize what a beautiful city I lived in until I moved away. Yeah there may only be a handful of things to do but there is something about that slow southern pace that I really miss. (As well as the SWEET TEA!)

Now I LOVE being home, don’t get me wrong. I’ve had a chance to spend some much needed quality time with my family and closest friends. I have also been training with my bestest Laura and we love HP! For those of you closest to me, you know all the in and outs of what has been going on as far as my job. It’s been a journey but it has also been the most eye opening experience. I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to suck it up this year and just work some random job until Grad School next year. Then, it will be ON. I’ll be in a new city, doing what I love to do.

So to all my Savannah LOVES, I miss you soooo much! I’m going to try to come down there soon and we’ll all just have a huge group hug, sweet tea, wear heels on cobblestones (because TM always does), and have Hueys on Sunday. Oh yeah then we’ll go to Charleston to see Phillip too. For everyone here at home, you have been so supportive and you know I heart you just as much.

Hopefully I’ll be feeling better tomorrow and I won’t have another Dr. Phil moment for another few months.

Probably the best quote from a movie [okay one of many] that really makes me think.

“I have to ask you a question. It’s a good one so think about it. If two people love each other, but they just can’t seem to get it together, when do you get to that point of enough is enough?”

Interesting.

…but who cares! I’m totally psyched, that very soon, there will be a FRESH MARKET close to my heart. Yeah yeah I know there is one way up on the north side but I live on the south side and BRIP is WAY closer.

Now about this Fresh Market, I love it almost as much as my puppy. Sure it’s not the cheapest option, but how much do you think a tomato from Africa SHOULD cost?

All the pre-made delicious foods, it’s a LIFESAVER for all the amazing chefs out there like me. By amazing I mean I’ve seriously caused some food poisoning more than once. I don’t know what happens. I’m college educated, fairly good with tools and such, but no matter how closely I follow directions my dinners, desserts, breakfasts, snacks, etc. are inedible.

So thank you Fresh Market, for rescuing me in Indy like you did so many times in Savannah. You were there at the Savannah Hyatt, along with McDs, to cater my 22nd Bday which was the classiest event where pink champagne, mini petits, and cheeseburgers were ever in the same room.
I love you dear friend.

PS: If anyone reading this (pshh yeah) has never experienced the grace from God that is FM, you better let me know and I’ll take you there!

TM

Well I know you all came out (I mean you had to be there SOMEwhere in the mix of the bajillion AMAZING Colts fans) to the concert. Unfortunately I was unable to tell anyone an exact location where I’d be because I was literally running around like crazy all night.

I said I would post if anything cool happened, but the only real amazing thing was being able to talk to Faith Hill, who is seriously the nicest entertainer I’ve ever dealt with. She even made it out to our crew pre-party the night before the event. She just sat there talking to all of us, taking pictures, I don’t think she had any free beer, but she was amazing.

Didn’t get to see much of Hinder, they were pretty much in and out. Kelly well Miss Kelly is quite the diva and that’s all I’m saying. At one point security told me I wasn’t allowed to walk by a certain area of the crowd because I was causing a group of tweens to get a little rowdy. I asked him why and he said they all thought I was Lindsay Lohan. Ahh, so cute those girls are. I definitely had a headset on, credentials, etc. but I’m flattered. Or wait, should I be flattered?

All in all, the week of crazy work to get everything ready for this event was awesome. All the crew and talent kept commenting on how nice the people of Indianapolis were and they were stunned, absolutely stunned by the amount of people who came out. So be proud guys! We DEF know how to show people a good time. Hopefully, we’ll see them all next year. That is all.

TM

Let me start this off by saying, “I’m EXHAUSTED!” Literally, I feel like I just spent five hours at the gym. I even wore slightly less cute shoes to prevent the pain of running around like crazy, like I knew I would today.

Nevertheless, the biggest problem I had today was a man asking me if he could come into the trailer (we’re the last one but we’re right next to Starbucks!) and warm his sandwich. A little odd, yes. I think it was code for something else, I mean it had to be because he didn’t have a sandwich.

We are getting 15,000 flashlights (YEAH 15 THOUSAND) to hand out the day of the concert for a cool little shot during Faith’s performance leading into the amazing opening of the Colts game. So, if you’re coming down to see the show MAKE SURE you get a flashlight (someone will be handing them out at the right time)so you can be a part of the amazing shot we paid a LOT of money for. Fifteen thousand flashlights, it wasn’t cheap. The goal is to get everyone on the circle and all the overflow of people down Meridian and Market to have lights and well it’s gonna be cool.

More to come later, I’ve gotta get some coffee and get to this photoshoot I’m art directing tonight. Hopefully I’ll be out and about soon to meet some of you MOJOs.

:-)TM

I’m going to be doing some freelance work for the NFL starting this weekend ALL the way up until the actual day of the concert. I’m probably going to end up being the water bitch, but as long as it’s for Kelly or Faith, well that’s pretty cool.

I’m sure if anything semi-cool happens then I’ll have a decent blog subject and will happy to share. ;-)

EVERYONE should come out. It’s gonna be a super good time AND it’s a part of my work!

TM