Somebody take the remote away from me

I've gone and done it again y'all. I changed my blog background. Due to high demand from my readers (NOT), it was in need of a new, simpler look.

Actually, I think I want to change my hair style and changing my blog was the cheaper option. The only downside to switching everything around is the fact that I am the most indecisive person ever. And picky. Unfortunately those two characteristics don't normally play nicely together. At least not in LBMM's world. I'm not going to tell you how long it took for me to get the "simple look" that I am now sporting because it would totally and completely defeat the purpose of the "simplifying" process I was going for.

In other news, I have found time in my jam packed schedule to watch every bit of trashy tv I can fit into a week. I started off the summer watching the end of Real Housewives of New York and even though I was so thankful that it ended and I had decided not to love any of the people on it, I got sucked into watching the spin-off with Bethenny Frankel called, "Bethenny Getting Married?" I love her sense of humor and her many one-liners.

Then, one of my favorite shows ever from last summer came back on. Real Housewives of New Jersey is nonstop entertainment for me. I even got my mom hooked on it and now she asks every person we come into contact with if they have seen it. Of course no one else has as bad as taste in television as we do so they haven't even heard of it. I love this show because they women on it are so trashy and don't even know it!

Another couple of shows I have started watching this year are Teen Mom, Real World: New Orleans and Jersey Shore. I know I'm behind on the Real World by like...10 years, but I never even knew it existed until Taylor got me to watch it. I watched a little bit of Jersey Shore last year, but decided I would stick out the whole season this time. I'm so glad because it is filled with some of the best quotes I've heard in a while. Also, Taylor watches them at the same time and we discuss them throughout the episodes and it's almost like we're watching it together. 

I've watched a couple of episodes of The Rachel Zoe Project and Bachelor Pad but I can only handle so much of Rachel Zoe's voice and her overuse of the word "BANANAS". The Bachelor Pad makes me laugh because I think that it is more logical than the original Bachelor show. We all know the people on those shows are there for the fame and whatnot so it's great they've decided to go ahead and give these contestants some prize money. It's still funny though to hear some of them say things like, "I want to win that money! Oh and of course find love. Yeah love would be nice too." 

Of course summer wouldn't be summer without some Kardashian action. I still don't know why they are famous and have their own shows but they've sucked me in with their dramatic lives and I just can't stop. 

I try to draw Taylor into my trashy tv but he just refuses and makes fun of me. He just doesn't know what he's missing! Watching tv with Taylor is so much fun because if it's a dumb show he has really funny comments and if it's a great show, we have deep discussions about it like we're solving all of life's problems. 

Ok, so now that I've just dropped that knowledge bomb on you I'll leave you with one more unimportant-to-life tidbit.

Yesterday after a ridiculously difficult visit to Best Buy I decided to blow off some steam at Target. Actually I had already calmed down by the time I thought of going there, it just seems like a logical excuse. Anyways, I made a purchase that I never thought would ever in a million years happen. 

I bought a pair of "skinny jeans." No, not the jeans you wear when you feel skinny, but the ones that are really tight fitting...everywhere. I have always been opposed to this style because thanks to 10 years of tennis, the size of my thighs is not something I prefer to draw attention to. But then I threw caution to the wind and tried on a pair. And y'all, I am in Love. They actually did the opposite to my thighs that I thought they would AND were just the right length for my LBMM size legs. I don't normally find jeans that I just love so I decided to add them to my closet. Then, the deal was made even sweeter because I found some extremely cute cardigans for FIVE dollars each. So of course I got two. After I found that deal, I thought I should quit while I was ahead. I mean, I don't think I could have found anything better than that so I called it a day. Ohh how I miss having a Target literally across the road from my house. 

And there you have it. After re-reading that, I feel as though my life might lack some meaning. I promise I think about other things besides television and sales. Just last week I solved World Hunger. Ok, maybe not. But I did make some delicious enchilada ravioli and even my 17 year old brother got full so I think I did something right. 

Looking Back...I Was an Idiot

This past weekend I saw about 25 "They're baaaack" Facebook statuses talking about all of the students returning to College Station. After a quick thankful prayer, I began thinking back to my first semester at A&M and all of the happenings that ensued.

Since I had been accepted to A&M in May of my senior year, there weren't any spaces left for me in the dorms which meant I had to find myself an apartment. I totally ate that up because since I had a whole 24 hours of college credit from high school and I knew exactly what I wanted to major in and how long it was going to take, there was no way I was going to consider myself an actual college freshman. Nevermind the fact that I had yet to actually step foot on a college campus. So anyways, in my excitement to have my very own apartment, I bought everything that Bed, Bath, & Beyond, Target and Wal-Mart told me I should have to start college. And then I stuffed it all into a bedroom that was as big as my bathroom at home.

Sadly the part of college I was most excited about was the wardrobe. I could totally wear a t-shirt and FLIP-FLOPS every day of the year and nobody would care. So, on the first day of my college career, I put on my brand new maroon t-shirt and my beloved flip-flops, parked my car in the godforsaken West Campus Garage and started my 12 mile journey to my first class with all of my books in one bag. Not even five minutes later, I heard the screeching of bicycle brakes and the next thing I knew I was flat on my face. I think that event was enough to convince anyone on campus that I was indeed a freshman. So I picked up my pride and my 25 pound backpack and made my way to class, only stopping to ask for directions twice.

As it turns out, when one goes to college, they are expected to study and actually pass the classes they've signed up for. Somebody forgot to inform me about that minor detail and although I've forgotten what I spent my nights doing, hardly any of them were spent with a book open. I think there were a lot of trips to Harry's and The Hall involved though.

After four kinesiology classes and finding out that A&M had the audacity to require me to take 35 hours of science classes over the next four years while keeping an A average in said classes, I decided that maybe I didn't know what I was doing. And because I had yet to master the art of accepting responsibility I thought, WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME IT WAS GOING TO BE LIKE THIS? Then I remembered that I hadn't really given anyone the chance to tell me that because I kept assuring everyone that I had everything under control.

Somehow I managed to keep my transcript from that first semester out of my dad's hands and switched my major to something that required zero microbiology classes. Two and a half years later, I convinced the school to give me a diploma and release me into the real world. And in my true form, I have yet to embrace that fact and moved in with my parents. I think though that I'm ahead because in college, it took me moving out on my own and failing before I had to move home. So this way, I've taken out the failure part. And that folks, is some fool proof logic. You're welcome.

Always in catch-up mode...

This week, my mom has been back at school preparing for the new school year to begin and I found myself getting sad that summer was coming to an end. Then I realized that my life schedule no longer revolves around semesters and that the year actually begins in January, not August. What an odd feeling! Sometimes I miss having the structure of a class schedule and the constant ticking things off of my semester To-Do list. I still have the constant To-Do list, but unlike in school where there's an eventual graduation, my work now is never ever going to be done.

Although I'm pretty bummed out that I didn't find a teaching job for this school year, I think that it's obviously not what I'm supposed to be doing at this time. I know that when the time is right for me, I'll find the right teaching job somewhere. I do have to admit though, seeing all of the "back to school" Facebook statuses from my teacher friends does kind of make me sad every now and then. But then I wake up at noon and I feel like it all evens out.

Last Saturday my little brother turned 17. I don't know how this happened because last time I checked, he was 4 years old. In true Jesse form, the only thing he wanted for his birthday was to go to a rodeo. We went out to eat beforehand with some family friends of ours and then as we were about to go to the actual rodeo, Jesse's friend Lane said he wasn't feeling too good. So, the girls all decided that he needed an escort back home and we successfully avoided the 100+ degree weather for the evening.

Last night as I was getting ready for dinner I realized that my dad had eaten all of the leftovers in our house and that if I wanted anything to eat, I would have to make it all over again. It's times like these that I wish that I lived in College Station again and didn't have to drive 20 miles for a meal. That and I miss Old Navy. I'm really hoping that my next stage in life will be kind to me and put me in a town with more than one paved road. And I hope it's soon. Not that I'm wishing my life away, just this phase of it.

I hate that I don't have any pictures to post, but my camera hasn't made an appearance since Taylor's graduation week. That's right, not a single picture taken all of summer! Hopefully I'll remember to break it out when I see Taylor and Whitney in just two short weeks! I'm going to Alabama for Labor Day weekend and I can't wait! I haven't had a Taylor hug or a Whitney meal in way too long!