I was bored at work today (surprisingly, considering it’s tax free weekend) and made a list of things I’ve been meaning to say lately. Also! Do you remember when I joked around about having a reality show? I made one! Well, not really. It’s kind of hard to make a reality show when you’re your own camera-person. It’s more of a handful or so of random and pointless clips from this week, all hodge-podged together.Similar to the hodge-podge of the random things floating around my brain I’m about to write down. It’s Friday, I can do what I want. AND there is a pattern here! Hodge-Podge! Goodness. What a fun word. I’m adding it to my list of favorites, along with quaint and altruism. Hodge-Podge!!!!!! (Say it 10 times fast,okay?!) I’ve even added leftover pictures from this week that I haven’t shared yet to keep your eyes happy. Making it even more of a —say it with me now—HODGE-PODGE!

– Death terrifies me. Last year I had three people in my life die within one month of eachother (AND the former quaterback of my NFL football team was shot and killed by his mistress.) Ever since,I have been a traumatized worry-wart. Sometimes I stay awake, bringing myself to tears imagining my life without my husband. It isn’t helping that I just finished reading a book entitled ‘Good Grief’  about a woman who lost her husband to cancer. At one point in the book, I was laying on Robby, and SOBBING as he half-laughed, half-comforted me. (This is noteworthy because no book has EVER made me cry before. It hit a sweet spot,bad.) The other day was especially embarassing, but too ridiculous not to share. My doorbell rang when Robby was at work–I was in my pajamas and didn’t have time to answer. After, I got a weird number on my phone that I also missed and THEN I heard ambulance sirens. Hubby wasn’t answering his phone. I somehow convinced myself that all of this meant my husband was in a fatal car crash and the police were coming to my door/calling me  to tell me the news. I called my dad, hysterical, and he kind of calmed me down. “Christina. If that was the case, don’t you think the cops would wait a little while after ringing the doorbell?” Oh. Maybe? Husband called me shortly after. He had been charging his phone. Oops.

-Sometimes blogging startles me. These are the words people searched recently to find me: Proxy-girl (?!), Adorable crying little girl (again…!?!?),Egg hard hand (What does that even mean to you?),Wakeboard slut (EXCUSE ME!?),and belly piercings (that one’s okay.) Also. I was in a rush and misspelled a few things on yesterday’s blog. I nearly had a heart attack. I misspelled ‘they’re’, ‘their’; This is one of my BIGGEST pet peeves. For an English major, this is AWFUL. I told my husband of this problem and he just gave me a crazy look and laugh. Whatever.

-I love getting comments from people I never realized even read my blog. My daddy’s best friend since he was in high-school found my blog the other day. It was on family, and as he’s been like family for a long time, I guess he decided to comment. His comment brought tears to my eyes and laughter to my soul all at once. I wanna share it with y’all. Ahem. I have had the privilege of being invited to many of the Cirotto family get togethers. Being welcomed in as family has meant more to me than I can put into words. When I needed some brothers, a Cirotto was there. When I needed a sister, a Cirotto was there. When I needed a Dad, a Cirotto was there. When I needed a Mom, a Cirotto was there. When I needed a place to go, a Cirotto offered up a place. A place filled with acceptance no matter what the circumstance. When I needed some money, a Cirotto was no where to be found. That’s ok….I’m over that now.Christina – Great blog! You have captured your family in their truest form….real. The world could stand to all be a little more real, a little more Cirotto-like in their ways. You’re blessed.” He wrapped us up rather nicely, I’d say. The money part made me giggle and nod my head up in down in agreement. We are a family of cheap-asses!

– Customers at Starbucks never fail to amuse me. The newest thing I’ve noticed that quite a few do tickles me everytime. I’ll ask someone “Would you like whip cream on this?” and They’ll ponder on this for a few moments. Eventually, they’ll answer “Um. Sure,Go ahead.” in a sort of tone that indicates they are doing me a favor by letting me put whip cream on their drink. I think it makes them feel like the calories were forced upon them, and they are doing their barista a good deed by digesting this fat into their body. Er. Thank-you?

-Speaking of Starbucks, I have a babysitting opportunity lined up from a nice lady customer I got to talking to the other day. She had the cutest baby I’ve ever seen in my life (she giggled and smiled at me the whole time! )and I really do miss babysitting a lot. I know I’m way too busy to accept,but it’s so enticing. However. A wise woman reminded me the other day, “Just remember Tina, Don’t forget to breathe.” I guess my little bit of breathing room will have to be me saying no to this one. Pout.

-I’ve unintentionally lost weight recently. For once in my life I can say I lost weight without actually wanting to lose weight. This would be because (1. The only food in my house for lunch lately has been Lean Cuisines. I loathe Lean Cuisines and end up eating half of a 200 calorie meal and then throwing it away. (2. Since we’ve moved into our house, husband and I usually bbq or cook for dinner. I never eat fast food anymore, and even the thought of it is starting to gross me out. Never thought I’d see that day! and (3. I can’t keep food in my body and I always have a tummy ache. Gross, I know. I think I need to go see a doctor but doctors scare me. Boo.

– I have this weekend off! I always work weekends, and this weekend being tax-free here in Texas, I would usually be obligated to definitely work this one. Luckily, I have school obligations and preparations all weekend. Can’t argue with that! My husband and I are going on a date night tonight. Sort of like a celebration. Celebrating my start of a new school and his bad ass-ness at work.  He was chosen to do an important job involving computer networking today at work. He works for At&t and always has managers calling him to step them through something. Once a manager even got him to call the head boss dude to step him through something.  I’m proud of him. I’m proud of us. We make a good team.

– Alright. So my ‘Reality Show’/ Video clips of the week. In it you will find that my voice goes way higher than usual in the first clip, that I sing a lot of ear-wrenching karaoke (while making awkward movements throughout the song) , and that I compare myself to Sour Patch Kids. I forced my husband on the camera a lot and he did pretty well (Considering he probably wanted to kill me.)  In the last clip I told him “Say something!” and he smiled and replied with “Hiii Beautiful!” Hee. He makes me happy. It’s still a pretty sad excuse for a reality show. I can feel my ratings flopping before I even get a chance to shine. Oh well. I’m making y’all watch it anyway.

Christina’s Awkward Life–The (sad excuse for a) Trailer.

8 thoughts on “Hodge-Podge

  1. mom says:

    Ummm, why don’t you babysit your siblings for me????!!! You are going to babysit for some stranger and not for me? That’s just wrong!

  2. Meg says:

    hahaha! Monkey bread and sparkling lemonadee, classy. and delicious.

    the kareoke made me laugh.

    you are like a sour patch. especially beacuse a lot of the things sour patches do (in the commercials) they do sourly on purpose because they know they can get away with it as along as they’re super sweet after =P

  3. priscilla says:

    dude the whip cream part is so true i always feel bad eatin that stuff lol or i lik wen they dont ask an jus put it on anyways then u hav 2 eat it bc it would be rude 2 make em mak a whole new drink w/o whip lol

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