So I've had several conversations with people lately that have given me a new direction for my quasi-blog. They revolved around the act of blogging, and around the state of my social life, two seemingly unrelated topics. But they will be brought together for this post.
It seems that most peoples blogs are the "sunshine and lollipop" versions of their reality. In a blog everything is perfect, and it can give you a distorted picture of what is really going on for them. Which can then cause insecurity and unease in your own life. I also had a friend tell me that she believes my life to be "glamerous and interesting." Hm. So here I go. I am going to tell the naked truth about my social life. There are two stories that illustrated this best.

#1. This story involves my niece, Nicole, shown to the right. Now, I am someone that is always up and current on Pop Culture. Entertainment Weekly is my favorite publication, and Movies are a favorite recreation. And the Movie "The Dark Night" came out and it was breaking records, and creating buzz, and I hadn't seen it. Because the sad truth was, I didn't have a single soul to go see it with. So I planned a date with my 13 year old neice. With a flare for the dramatic, I had taken her to see Lord of the Rings movies and other such epics, and I knew she would be a good companion. Plus, there was nobody else. Now, you know that your social life isn't what you would hope when you are resorting to taking your young niece to a movie. And you really know it's not what you would want when she calls you that day and tells you she can't go to the movie because of the 8th Grade Dance. When you get stood up for the 8th graders, it is time to re-evaluate. She actually ended up doing both- going to the dance, where I picked her up from, and we went to the movies, and had a wonderful time. But still...

#2. Story number two involves my work. Years ago when I worked in Orem at the Gap I had a lot of close dear friends that I worked with. And often we would go to Chili's after a closing shift. We were all young, and we all got along so well, and we always had a great and rowdy time. It became a sort of tradition. Fast-Forward to running my store in Murray. A week or so ago a bunch of sales associates were going out to the Cheesecake Factory after a Saturday closing shift. And they invited me to go with them. And I thought how fun, and I went. And then sitting around the table, I was struck with how different my life is now. Because every woman at the table with me was over 50 yrs old. And they are great and dear and nice, but 20+ years older than me.

So there it is. My brutal honesty. No frills.

Enjoy. : )