The One Where I Realized Monica Geller Is My Lobster

The One Where I Realized Monica Geller Is My Lobster

I’m a little bit of what you would call a control-freak.  I’ve always been a Type A, organized person.  Always the leader, always taking charge, always organizing.  And I can definitely be outspoken at times.  In my home everything has a place, and it’s almost always immaculately clean. Every knickknack placed in a particular spot and position, movies alphabetized, photos in albums in chronological order. And don’t even get me started on my closet! This provides a lot of endless fodder for my family, as my drama tween could care less where things actually go, and the hubs likes to move things around occasionally to see if I notice. (Note: I ALWAYS notice.)

Another fun fact about me, Friends is my favorite TV show of all time.  There is not one fact I don’t know about that show, not one quote I can’t tell you what episode it’s from.  I’ve seen the entire series as least 10 times.  Seriously, I probably relate something in my real life to something that happened on Friends at least once a day.  Some people love me for it and some people get super annoyed.

As my love for Friends grew, I realized one of the main reasons I loved it so much was that one of the characters was eerily similar to me in personality: Monica Geller.  So in honor of awesome Type A’s out there everywhere, I give you 25 times I realized Monica Geller was my lobster.

25. I too really know how to have a good time.


24.  I also get very loud when I’m excited.


23. I try to be understanding, no matter what weird things my loved ones might do.


22. I know what I want and when I want it.


21. I can talk in circles when necessary.


20. I have been occasionally known to be a sloppy drunk.


19. I also secretly felt this way the day after my wedding.


18. I love the cleaning that comes after you clean.


17. And, there is a difference between “clean” and “Amanda clean”


16. I too am a people pleaser


15.  I have some spectacular dance moves as well.


14. I have, on occasion, tackled someone to get what I want.


13. Sometimes I get a little snarky with the people I love.


12.I love to teach people new and valuable tricks.


11.  I am NOT turned on by a mess


10.  I can always tell when my husband is up to something fishy.


9. I’m always ready to do what needs to be done, even when I’m sick.


8. I’m also always the hostess.


7.  I do, at times, let my anger get the best of me.


6. I am also crazy competitive.



7. I’m always on a schedule.


6. I have a love/hate relationship with food…


5….but even fat, I’ve still got it!


4.  I know how to get my way.


3.  I’m not afraid to tell people when they’re wrong.


2. Sometimes I tend to overshare.


1. But most importantly, I love with all of my heart.


15 McAwesome Life Lessons I Learned From McDreamy

15 McAwesome Life Lessons I Learned From McDreamy

Well, as you all probably now know, Shonda Rhimes decided to try to ruin all of our lives last Thursday when she had to audacity to kill off Dr. Derek Shepherd, aka McDreamy, on Grey’s Anatomy.  Grey’s fans practically broke Twitter with grief, fury, and even a few death threats!

For my part, I was devastated.  After drowning my sorrows in a bottle of wine and a bag of Cheetos, I went to bed.  Getting out of bed the next morning was like Izzie getting off the floor in her prom dress.  For that one split second between sleeping and waking, I thought it was all a McDream.  But of course, it wasn’t.  The first thing I need to say is this: to all the One Direction fans who sobbed uncontrollably when Zayn left the band, I apologize for mocking you.  I get it now.  At the moment Derek died, I was crying, screaming, and throwing stuff across the room.  I think my family thought I had gone temporarily insane.  Maybe I did!

And then of course, comes the inevitable anger.  The way his death played out was a huge slap in the face to all the MerDer fans out there.  He saves 4 lives, and then gets hit by a huge semi-truck?!  He survived a shooting, a plane crash, and then dies in some second-rate hospital because some dumb surgeon was too busy eating dinner?! Seriously? That’s McCrap!! My biggest problem with it was that there was no epic MerDer goodbye scene.  He was just gone. Hey, Shonda Rhimes?  I’d like the last 10 years of my life back.  If you can’t give me that, you at least owe me hundreds of dollars of Kleenex and money for future therapy bills!

Sadly, all the crying in the world won’t bring McDreamy back, so instead I am posting my tribute to him: 15 McAwesome life lessons that he taught me. R.I.P. Derek, I will miss you!  MerDer forever!

15. It’s crucial to ask the important questions when it comes to your future children.


14. Apparently even world-renowned neurosurgeons can die of a brain bleed.


13.  It’s important to always keep your promises.


12.  A father that is culturally sensitive to his adopted child’s heritage, is a GREAT father.


11. Occasionally you just have to teach others how to live life.


10. It turns out you can have it all:  An amazing career, a wonderful family, AND fantastic hair!


9. Sarcasm is always a good way to start an important relationship talk.


8. If someone isn’t doing what you want them to, coercion is always a good fallback.


7.  You just have to be honest with your loved ones, even if you might hurt their feelings.


6. Always be optimistic in the face of adversity.


5. Don’t make promises you can’t keep…


4. Even sexy, genius, romantic, super-surgeons are indeed, flawed. (This was news to me too)


3. When you’re a proper and sophisticated man, there is only one drink of choice.


2. There’s nothing sexier than an elevator.


1. It’s great to be a strong, independent woman, but it’s even better to have someone who gets you by your side.


Oklahoma Strong

Oklahoma Strong

Today marks the 15th running of the Oklahoma City Memorial Marathon.  The marathon is a fundraiser for the Oklahoma City National Memorial and Museum. While many of us were still sleeping on this Sunday morning, over 25,000 people were in downtown OKC to run. They run to remember and honor the 168 innocent lives that were lost when the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building was bombed on April 19, 1995.  The race serves as a testimony that good can overcome evil.

I have reflected a lot on this tragedy this year, the 20th anniversary of the bombing.  I think of the lives lost, the victims who suffered and still continue to suffer today, and everyone that was affected on that tragic day. I think of the sheer terror I felt, and still feel, every time I think about it.  If you lived in Oklahoma City at the time, it was impossible to not be directly affected or know someone who was.

I was 16 years old on the day of the bombing.  It was a busy day for a lot of us, as our school had just had our annual Cancer Fund Drive, and we were now cleaning up after a very successful fundraiser.  As a volunteer it had been my job to get helium tanks for balloons, and on that day I was rounding up helium tanks and getting them loaded in my car to return to the vendor.  At the moment the bomb went off, I was staring out the window during English class. We heard the sound, and wondered why we were hearing thunder on an otherwise sunny, uneventful April day.  Some of us thought it may have been a sonic boom from the Air Force base near by.  I pondered it for a moment, but then went about my business, as there were many things to be done that day and I didn’t have time for distractions.

I walked out to the parking lot and got in my car, getting ready to load up helium tanks.  As soon as the radio came on, I heard what could only be described as pandemonium on the radio station.  People were talking, people were yelling, people were all talking over each other, so much that none of it made any sense to me.  In that moment I knew something awful had happened, but I had no idea what it was.  I just remembered feeling panic.  I remember feeling that I knew something was wrong, that somehow things were going to change.  I still didn’t know what exactly had happened, but I knew it was bad.

After the tanks were loaded and my car was parked, I went back into the school.  That’s when I heard the news.  There had been an explosion in downtown Oklahoma City.  The initial report was that the court house had exploded.  I immediately was terrified.  At the time, my mother worked downtown.  I didn’t know the exact location of her building.  I just knew she was there, somewhere, and I wondered if she was hurt.  The school brought out every TV we had and we all sat in the hallways and watched the coverage.  Other than hearing a few people crying, it was eerily quiet as we all watched the coverage.  We had all been shaken to our core.

Then the news came out that it had been the federal building that had exploded.  At that point I had made my way down to the school office.  I was panicking, as were the other students in the office, all of us who had a parent working in downtown OKC.  I wanted to talk to my mom.  I wanted to call my brother at his middle school and assure him that everything would be ok.  I wanted all these things, but they were all impossible at that moment.  This was a time before cell phones were a common staple in our lives.  Phone systems in OKC were down, not just at the federal building, but in surrounding buildings as well.  There was no way of reaching anyone at that moment.  There was nothing to do but wait.

See at this point, I was indeed in a state of panic.  I knew my mom was downtown, but I wasn’t exactly sure where.  I knew she worked for a bank.  I knew she had interviewed at the credit union at the federal building but I couldn’t remember if she got the job.  I was 16.  I didn’t exactly pay attention to that stuff, and my mom and I didn’t exactly have the best relationship at that time.  Again, I was 16, and had way more “important” things on my mind than where my mom worked.  All I kept doing in that moment was kick myself for not paying more attention, for not being more aware.

Eventually I was able to get in touch with my mom and was able to verify that she was indeed ok.  As it turns out, she had interviewed at the credit union 2 weeks before the bombing but did not get the job.  I will be forever grateful for that.  Our family was fortunate.  Others were not.  168 people were killed. 168 mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, and children. 19 children were killed in the building’s day care center. A girl in my class lost her mother.  The pastor at my church lost his sister.  Like I said, if you lived in OKC in April 1995, you were affected or knew someone who was.

Our lives were changed forever at 9:02 AM, April 19, 1995.  The recovery itself was a marathon, and now, 15 years later, the run serves as a reminder that we are indeed Oklahoma Strong.  You can bring us down but we will always come back fighting, even stronger than before.  We all still grieve.  We all still wonder why this happened, and why all those innocent lives were lost.  For me, all I can do is try to still see and be the good in the world, and know that God has a plan for us all, even if we don’t understand it.  I will never in my whole life forget exactly where I was and how i felt on April 19, 1995.  And I still relive the terror I felt every year.  But I also feel grateful, and proud of the city I call home.  Oklahoma, you are amazing, and I’m so proud to be from such a strong, resilient, beautiful state!

Congratulations to all the runners in today’s marathon.  You all are spectacular and I applaud you!



London BABY!

I have officially reached Defcon 1.  And it’s not because of all the severe spring weather we seem to be having lately. (Note, I’m an Okie and I take severe weather seriously.)  No, I’m on high alert about something very important, something very near and dear to my heart.  Something that is going to change the world.  That’s right, it’s Royal Baby Watch 2015.  Yes, the countdown is underway, as any moment now the pleasantly plump Duchess Kate will be giving birth to a scrumptious little prince or princess.

Alas, I am still waiting.  As Joey Tribbiani would say, I am Westminster crabby!  I need to see this newest addition to the royal family already!  I guess I should explain that I’ve had a borderline insane obsession with the royal family since I was a little girl.  I can remember watching the video of Diana and Charles getting married and thinking I’d never seen anything more beautiful.  I cried when Diana died.  When William married Kate, I called in sick to work and got up to watch the coverage starting at 4am.  It is definitely what fairytales are made of.  A beautiful commoner who marries a prince and inherits a kingdom.  How can you not be completely enthralled?  And when Prince George was born, I waited impatiently to see the first pics of the dashing little future king of England.

The British bookies have been busy placing their bets as to whether it will be a prince or a princess, and what the names will be.  For a girl, right now Alice is the top contender with odds of 6/4.  Other top girl names in the running are Elizabeth, (6/1) Charlotte, (6/1) Victoria, (10/1) and Alexandra. (14/1)  I would personally love to see a little princess Diana, but that one has the lowest odds, with 20/1.  I guess that would be a lot of pressure for a little girl.  But come on, another Princess Diana?  I would go insane with excitement.  Maybe if it’s a girl that can be her middle name!

Of course, It could always be another little prince. The name James is topping bets with odds of 16/1. Arthur comes in next at 25/1 while Henry, Philip, Alexander and Albert are all tied at 33/1 odds.

So until the newest royal makes his or her debut, I will be sitting here impatiently with my knickers in a twist, getting sloshed and being cheeky until the delicious little one arrives.  It better not happen while I’m at work or I’ll have to risk being sacked just to watch the coverage.  For me, the royal family is the bees knees and anyone else who doesn’t think so is just dodgy in my opinion!

Cheers to all for reading, and I hope you have a bloody great day!



My crappy blog introduction

Allow me to introduce myself:  My name is Amanda, and I hate introductions.  How are you supposed to do a blog intro anyway?  To me it feels like the first day of school, where the teacher makes you stand up, say your name, and “tell us something about yourself.”  I always panic in that situation.  All I can think is, well crap, I’m just gonna blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, and it’s gonna be crazy embarrassing!  Then all year I’ll be known as the girl who told a room full of strangers on the first day of school that I like to pretend I’m a horse and gallop around everywhere. (You know, like in Monty Python and the Holy Grail?)  Sometimes I make an amazing first impression, and sometimes I let on just a little too quickly what a weirdo I am.

But I guess that’s why I’m blogging in the first place.  We all have a little weirdo in us, and I think it helps to share that and realize you’re not alone.  So now that you know one of my most embarrassing childhood secrets, (yes, the horse thing is true) here’s a few other more relatable facts about me.  I have a freakishly tall husband. (Ok, don’t know how many of you can relate to that, but I just like to always point it out.)  I have a drama queen for a daughter.  I have a crazy little cat. I love movies, music, and food.  And I LOVE wine.  Speaking of wine, I’m also trying for baby #2 so I will probably write a lot about wine to compensate the fact that I’m gonna have to do without for awhile…sigh.

So, if you find these topics even somewhat intriguing, then come back for more.  Sometimes I’m eloquent and sometimes I’m quirky, but I can definitely guarantee some fun and relatability up in here!  In closing, I’ll leave a little quote that pretty much sums up my whole reason for blogging in the first place.  Until next time, happy Tuesday everyone! 3c0cb95e606cb8dca17d60491da01c79