calling the wammmmbulance

I don't know why I dread posting. It's not like it hurts or anything. Maybe I'm just weird. Oh, wait... I am!!!

Maybe it's the fact that I am super sick of writing about ME! I mean-- contrary to popular belief-- it's not all about ME. I guess that's the point of a blog though-- to write about one's self and events.

This weekend was fun. Long... but fun! Plus-- I'm on vacation this week! Actually-- I'm telecommunting. Isn't that weird? I'm actually old enough to telecommute. Who knew?? I headed to Dallas to pick up my sister's new car and couldn't not stop at Sam Moon. 4000 square feet of heaven. The last time I was there I made the mistake of taking Bryan. HILARIOUS. First off, he's super smart. Totally cool-- but still super smart. The boy graduated cum laude from A&M. I feel dumb even breathing in his presence. Anyway, he's with me and the conversation goes something like this:

him: "honey-- why aren't there any parking spaces?"
me: "it's always this busy on Saturday... it's ok"
him: "is there a special sale or something??"
me: "EVERYDAY is sale day at Sam Moon"
him: "ok... well, I'll just go look at the guy stuff"
me: "ok, keep your cell on... meet me here (and I point to a bench outside the store) in an hour?"
him: "yeah... an hour sounds fine. Any reason why I'm the only guy around here...."
(he begins to realize what is happening here... his mom calls and starts to make fun of him as, does his sister, Stacey)

*five minutes later*

him: "BETH... this is madness. I don't understand you.... and all these purses... and all these other women.... what is this... a Mary Kay convention on crack?..."

Ok- so that was a really long way of me telling you this one lesson learned: boyfriends don't do well at Sam Moon.

::back to the rest of the story::
So I head to Sam Moon sans the boyfriend and have a lovely time. Sunday ::key the music:: DUM DUM DUMMM... I wake up with super splitting headache. Yikes. I head to church because, well... it's Sunday and I 'm long overdue on some serious worship. It keeps getting worse though. I'm leaving church and my friend Danny feels the need to let me know-- right then--right there--- that David won't be at the lake tomorrow, he mumbles somthing about Houston and politics and making sure I'm not where he (meaning David) is and all that jazz. Well, at this point in the game I'm not thinking I'll live to wakeboard--- David Hughes present or not.

Driving home, my head starts getting all fuzzy and my vision is funny. I make it in the back door and pretty much collapse onto the living room floor. (Gracias Vanessa for vaccuming yesterday.) I'll leave the gory details out for the faint of heart... but Bryan (Dre's Bryan--not my Bryan) now knows me on a totally different level. Dr. Pepper helped though! :-)

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Your Name
Superhero Name	Sleep Apnea Woman
Super Power	Irresistable Sexuality
Enemy	Michael Jackson
Mode Of Transportation	Motorcycle
Weapon	Beer Bottle
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WYWYWBM #6: She won't make you go to Sam Moon. Ever.

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Your love is... by ChibiMarronchan
Your name is...
Your kiss is...	breath taking
Your hugs are...	to die for
Your eyes...	sparkle like the stars
Your touch is...	heart warming
Your smell is...	beautiful
Your smile is...	encouraging
Your love is...	everlasting
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I figured I should update before the blogger Nazis jump on my back again. I'm alive! I had such a great weekend. God's amazing love is extravagant.

WYWYWBM #5- Her current RBA is .333! Yeah baby! Just call her Mrs. Tejada! (for those who aren't up on the baseball scene... Mr. Tejada won the Home Run Derby)

Heavens to Betsy...

welp... at norabing's insistence I will post. Lord have mercy it's gonna be three miles long though.

I'll work my way backwards from today...
Wednesday July 13, 2004
I'm at my parents- as is the unofficial every other Wednesday custom. Mom had chemo on Monday and she's always pretty sick. I get to their house and am welcomed by a HUGE pile of laundry. The way I figure... how much can three people dirty up? A LOT. I swear my brother must dress in drag. The boy has more clothes than I do. I SWEAR. I am not exaggerating on this one. Name brand too. He's worse than a $2.00 "ho". hee hee

When I am at my parents... it's just different. I clean and cook. And it feels really weird.

On another note... I'M STILL PEELING! Give it up already. I look like a patch work quilt. Geez. The Bahamas left an indelible mark! argh... EDGE is tomorrow. I'm excited because I have a really cool partner helping me with my game. DMac is gonna represent! (ok, side note--> is it old to say "represent"? I feel like it's outta style...)

Tuesday July 12, 2004
Can we say, "BETH IS A CREAM PUFF?" All together now... So three miles later I'm done. I sweat a lot. While I was running my butt off I got to thinking about the summer in apartment with Clara and Nora. HYSTERICAL. That about sums it up. But... Clara sweated profusely too. She would hang her clothes out to dry every day because they were so nasty and it's really hard to wash everyday at LU. Thankfully... I can wash my workout clothes everyday. Ah, blessings.

As I'm watching AL vs NL (all star baseball game)and I have issues. What team do I root for? I really like the Yankees. It goes against everything in me, but I just like 'em. The Rangers are growing on me. I hate the 'Stros. Here's the reason why: people call them "the 'Stros". That's so gay. If you're gonna talk about 'em--- call them the Astros. We don't call the Rangers the "Gers" do we? the Yankees the "Kees". I didn't think so. Therefore the "Stro's" are gay.

Monday July 11, 2004
We whooped EBC-White Oak in softball tonight. The score was 22-2. Here's the scoop. I'm playing with FUMC-White Oak because Kym (MVB's fiance) goes to church there. So, I'm sitting in the dug out sweating buckets-- I mean buckets. No one else is even glistening. I think I have a problem. I am mortified because there are cute guys swarming and I look like a drowned rat attempting to play catcher. Why does this always happen to me? Will I ever be the Whitney Gibson of the world? I see her at Parkeway and just cry because the home chick doesn't sweat. She can make it through a work out with ALL her makeup intact. Mine's gone in 2 seconds. Literally. The front of my shirt has all my make-up on it from me attempting to "dab" my forehead. It's not as bad as last week... I had to ride home from the game between two guys and I smelled worse than they did!

Wednesday July 7, 2004
The BAHAMAS were awesome! Wow. I'm so toasty though. I came to terms with a lot of stuff there. My friend Laura went with me and she's the best traveler ever. Our personalities compliment each other so well. I'll post pics soon.

WYWYWBM #4: She's a world traveling goddess that still wears a cowboy hat and says "Yes ma'am" to the flight attendant.

ain't no sunshine...

well. it's officially crazy. I am officially crazy. Let me just tell you how much I hate cancer. I hated it before. I was involved in Relay for Life. I gave to the American Cancer Society on a regular basis. In fact, it was the only organization that I gave to regularly.

Now, I'm glad. Cancer is horrible. It's an awful thing that steals people's lives. I hate it. I thought that there wasn't anything that could hurt any worse than a broken relationship. That's the most hurt that I had ever felt. That pain is infinitesimal in comparison to having cancer strike one's family. It the most awful, painful, incomprehensible thing to ever exist. Once again I will say-- I hate it.

Amidst all this, extremely good things happen. I went running today and it began to rain. I was far from home too. I am having a hard time adjusting my workout schedule and I even feel selfish when I leave the house, but I need the time to myself. Driving to and from work in the car doesn't count because my cell phone still exists there! :sigh: that thing will be the death of me yet.

Anyway, to run in the rain was like God giving me a bath. When you're a little kid a your mom bathes you it's just fun! That's how it felt today.

You know what else- I have awesome friends. My friend Mike just walked up to me today and said, "Beth, you are so beautiful." I was shocked! He said it to me last week and I made a reference to it, but I want to just thank Mike for being so encouraging. The even cooler thing is that he's like that with everyone! Mike then went on to tell me that I was going to make some man so very happy and whoever "got me" was one lucky guy. That shocked me even more! Thank you, Mike. You'll never be able to comprehend how much that meant.

And the third and final good thing of Tuesday was that Bryan called. Actually is wasn't that he called... it was when he called. I had left my parents house and was headed to work. I was on the verge of tears, but was afraid if I started crying I wouldn't be able to see the road. My cell phone rings and it's his custom ringtone. I begin bawling. He just said that he was thinking about me and wanted to call and check on me. I cried and he listened. I kept crying and he just let me cry while he spoke words of encouragement.

In lieu of WYWYWBM-#3 I want to thank all the people who have concerned themselves with me in some form or fashion. I never get sick of answering, "How's your Mom?" "Is your Mom ok?" I know they all care! Crazy, huh? So, if you've read this far tack your name on to the list of Emmy & Shawn, Brad, Katherine, Vanessa, Laura, Dre, Megan, Bryan, Mike...

B	Boisterous
E	Elitist
T	Technological
H	Hot

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SaturDate with the Mother

So, shopping always makes things better right?

I thought so too. Let me just tell you! Mom and I go and pick out her wig and it's fun, but to add some brightness to our seemingly endless days of "cancer chores" we decide to hit up our favorite thrift stores. If you know my mom--- you know she LOVES thrift stores. For that matter, so do I. You can find some really awesome deals.

Plus... this time next week I'll be in the Bahamas and some "beach clothes" (aka things you'll only see me wear once and thus should not be paid full price for) were in order.

I've been wanting some white pants. But not in a FREAKIN SIZE 10!!! Yes, ladies-- I've joined the fleet of women who wear double digits on the lowers! I mean... I've always worn doubles on the top. I mean-- bras ALWAYS make you feel bad when they tell you you're a stinkin' 32!!! That sounds so HUGE!!!

I always consoled myself with the fact that I was a 6 or 8 or whatever. But NO!! Never again! I'm a 10!!! It's not even a mistake... like a little girl's size 10 or anything. It's for real!

*laugh while you can! I will NOT let this happen again*


WYWYWBM #2- I'm not afraid to purchase from a thrift store! Which COULD mean that I'm not a Harriet Margaret! (aka high maintenace)

"Reasons Why I Should Be Your Girlfriend"

Boy, I am exhausted. That's the only bad thing about my job--- exhaustion. Other than that-- we're cool. I am only writing tonight because if I don't, it'll break my blog routing and I'll never post again. Which means Brad and Kat and everyone else will harass me until I do. I do have a little tidbit for Brad though. Brad, you've inspired me with your "Things I Want in a Girlfriend" list. I've deciding to warp it to my suiting- and (here comes my Marketing degree in full force) make a "Reasons Why I Should Be Your Girlfriend" list.

Yes, I will be tooting my own horn. Kinda. Since I am not on the market we should entitle the list "Why You Wish You Were Beth's Man". Anyway. Brad-- this Bud's for you.

WYWYWBM #1- The baseball team thinks she's hot. Just ask Mike VanBrocklin and Dave Kennedy. (Doesn't every man want a woman that other guys think are H-O-T?)

How To Make A Bethie Lou

How to make a Bethie Lou

Ingredients: 1 part pride 5 parts silliness 5 parts joy

Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add lustfulness to taste! Do not overindulge!

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Personality cocktail
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Every Woman Should...

Every woman should...
know how to use a stick shift;
a plunger;
understand the difference between don’t tell a soul and don’t tell a soul I mean it; know her mind;
change it;
have protection handy;
but not too handy;
use special china;
and special underwear;
for no special reason;
over commit;
come through;
refuse to do it again;
do it again;
be able to discuss 1st and 10;
have better things to do;
set boundaries;
go camping;
grow something;
dance crazy all alone;
stare at the phone;
get dressed in 5 minutes;
be a princess;
get over it;
believe in the perfect man;
get over it;
read;
walk;
flirt;
shock;
listen;
sing;
thank God;
be single and like it;
a lot;
raise a child;
or not;
see a wrinkle and be reminded of her youth;
not her age.

The Return of KittyH

So... today couldn't have been more perfect. Until KittyH was mentioned. Let me just set the story up, k?

My friend 'Chelle came over and spent the night with me--- which was a total surprise to me! I went to work and got a lot done. Then, I headed to the gym as usual! Me & my thirds then headed to Laura's softball game and ate at Chicken Express afterwards. It was a perfect evening!! We go rent a few movies and officially declare Friday night as "Ladies Night" and head to the house to shower up and start the movies.

Things are so perfect I could just cry! Then Laura's friend calls to see if he can come so that she can stitch him up from a dirtbike crash and he proceeds to mention... :cue music: dum dum dummmmmmmmmmmmmm KittyH. Yeah. Great. I could have gone a lifetime without having to discuss that issue. I hate being caught off guard. I had totally let my guard down and had just started letting myself actually ENJOY myself and WHAM... he's baaaaaaacckkk!!

:sigh:
Why, Lord? Why can't I just be left to my own devices? Why can't you just make it all go away? Why do I have to be reminded of the past? Is it so I won't make the same mistake again? What are you calling me to? I really don't understand. It has been two years and I still don't understand. I wish that things would have never changed. But praise God that they did. I would have died in that situation--- if left long term.

It's funny how I'm writing about this now. I haven't thought about this stuff in so long. Ages it seems like... and in the past couple of weeks it has been so prominent in my thoughts.

I do know that -- even though I can't see it -- there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

my new mantra...

My new mantra...

life is more than money
time was never money
time was never cash,
life is still more than girls
life is more than hundred dollar bills
and oh the town fills
life more than fame and rock and roll and thrills
all the riches of the kings
and up in wills we got information in the information age
but do we know what life is
outside of our conveinent Lexus cages

*Switchfoot*
More

Well, folks-- I've officially re-entered Singledom for the second time in as many months. Let me just tell you that Thursday night was a "come to Jesus night". I'll spare you the details-- but it involved sushi, incessant phone calls from (& to) Bryan and lots of ginger ale.

I guess it goes without saying that I probably won't eat sushi for a while. But that DANG Longview roll was soooooooooooooooooooooo good. Seriously, it was awesome. The girls and I have been playing Scrabble every night and nothing has ever made me feel more stupid. Seriously- it's a downer. I guess I better get back to work. More "philosophical" thoughts later.

So yesterday ended at 4 AM and began again promptly at 8 AM. I really can't explain the feelings of the past 24 hours. Yesterday evening was chaos. Bryan did something really sweet though. He fixed dinner and brought me flowers. What more can a girl aske for, huh? Things are just complicated though. Will it ever be a "normal" relationship where we feel totally comfortable with each other? I assume it will, but I'm just not sure. I'm ok with the not sure thing though. I just look at Taber & Adam and wonder what the deal is. How'd they find each other? How'd they know it was "for real"?

I'm always reading other people's blogs and it totally cramps my style 'cause I feel the need to be totally philosophical in my bloggie.

For posterity's sake... I have had SEVERAL philosophical thoughts this past week. As I was sitting on the tarmac at O'Hare I was confronted with the fact that life throws you curves. But... as a Rountree assume to expect an unusual amount. But, more curves mean more blessings in the long run.

I also realize how young and stupid I am. I mean... does it ever get better. Will there ever be a day when I will always say the "right" things, wear the "right" outfit, and just do the "right" thing in general?

Also- will I ever know what I really want? It changes every stinkin day and I can't tolerate my own fickleness for much longer.

Ok.. here's really what you want to know...
Bryan is coming up this weekend for Lauren's wedding. I'm excited--- but in all honesty I'm too tired to really care or become ecstatic. We are both so busy right now. I wonder if this relationship will ever be successful. He has his law firm stuff and I'm always on the road. I swear-- our cell bill is going to be outrageous this month. I guess that's why you date an attorney though? ;-)


I spilled coffee on myself this morning, which really wasn't that unordinary until I thought "How often do I really spill stuff on myself?". Never. It's one of those weird things about growing up. You quit falling down and you quit spilling stuff on yourself. I mean, when I was a kid I'd come home from school with stuff all down the front of my shirt. I know my Mom was about to kill me--- and now that I think about it I wonder how it all got there. Everyday I come in contact with tons of stuff: pen ink, coffee, Dr Pepper, food-- and most of the time none of it ever makes contact with my clothing. Yes... folks, Beth is officially WEIRD. But, hopefully you already knew that.

I am soooooooooooooo tired. My flight home from my conference was held up in Chicago and I didn't get home until 2 AM when I was supposed to be home at 6:30 PM. I laugh when I look at myself and think that I'm a grown up. I mean--- I just came home from a CONFERENCE! A business trip!! I use those words in everyday conversation and I just crack myself up. I am responsible for money and people's lives and stuff. All while I feel like the 16 year old that just kissed David Hughes. Ahh... those were the olden days. (Notice that I didn't say golden)

It's funny how when I type things just come up. This may sound awful, but I'd practically forgotten about David. Sheesh. That's awful. He was in my life for 5 years. I haven't done it on purpose or anything. Don't mistake the casual attitude for carelessness. It's just that the "me" that was then is soooo not me. I can't really say that the "me" I am right now is "me" either.... but still. I am so much not who I was then. I can honestly say that I'm better. (Don't mistake that for being better than him... I'm not. I'm not any better than the next guy).

I'm a better believer. A better listener. A better friend. A better woman. Gosh-- truly refinement by fire is an awesome thing God does to His children. It's so awesome to be on the other side and say, "God, who am I to be CHOSEN to be refined for Your glory and goodness?" I think that's why he does those things. I would have never chosen it for myself.

Would Bryan have chosen divorce? No, but he's better for it. Would my family have chosen cancer for my Mom? No. What about the awful separation we're going through? Never. But we rest assured that on the other side we will be the better for it. And not for us, but for HIM.

WORDS WOMEN USE
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FINE
This is the word women use to end an argument when they feel they are right and you need to shut up. Never use "fine" to describe how a woman looks - this will cause you to have one of those arguments.

FIVE MINUTES
This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your football game is going to last before you take out the trash, so it's an even trade.

NOTHING
This means "something," and you should be on your toes. "Nothing" is usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn you inside out, upside down, and backwards. "Nothing" usually signifies an argument that will last "Five Minutes" and end with "Fine"

GO AHEAD (With Raised Eyebrows! )
This is a dare. One that will result in a woman getting upset over "Nothing" and will end with the word "Fine"

GO AHEAD (Normal Eyebrows)
This means "I give up" or "do what you want because I don't care" You will get a "Raised Eyebrow Go Ahead" in just a few minutes, followed by "Nothing" and "Fine" and she will talk to you in about "Five Minutes" when she cools off.

LOUD SIGH
This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment, and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing"

SOFT SIGH
Again, not a word, but a non-verbal statement. "Soft Sighs" mean that she is content. Your best bet is to not move or breathe, and she will stay content.

THAT'S OKAY
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before paying you back for whatever it is that you have done. "That's Okay" is often used with the word "Fine" and in conjunction with a "Raised Eyebrow."

GO AHEAD!
At some point in the near future, you are going to be in some mighty big trouble.

PLEASE DO
This is not a statement, it is an offer. A woman is giving you the chance to come up with whatever excuse or reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done. You have a fair chance with the truth, so be careful and you shouldn't get a "That's Okay"

THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not faint! Just say you're welcome.

THANKS A LOT
This is much different from "Thanks." A woman will say, "Thanks A Lot" when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you have offended her in some callous way, and will be followed by the "Loud Sigh." Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the "Loud Sigh," as she will only tell you "Nothing"

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Moderate
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	Moderate
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
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Happy Memorial Day! Boy... I sure have a lot of interesting quotes to post from this weekend! My favorite one is this:

"Well...if I wouldna blazed my own trail... I wouldna have found you!"

"Brad, I mean, Beth, I mean Bryan.... whoever you are.. COME ON!! it's time to go!!"

I like having a blog soooo much! It's tons better than journaling the old school way. This weekend consisted of Sam Moon, the pool and lots-o-fun-in-the-sun! Bryan is a BBQ guru, so the only thing out of the ordinary we did was go to this BBQ joint he read about in his precious Texas Monthly. I was impressed! The ribs were TO DIE for! Ask Brad too. I think we all agreed. Abercrombie had a great sale, so that was fun to. Overall- this was a weekend that would allow me to relax and re-group before the summer starts. It's going to be hardcore. Mom's surgery is on Thursday--that's her birthday. Doesn't that stink?

Then we start chemo! Yippee! We've got everything ready-- hats, scarves, wigs (also known as a cranial prosthesis). Then, on Saturday I leave for a business trip and I come home to a wedding. CRAZY. Welp... more later today when I can actually think!

"Life is all about ass.. you're either covering it up, laughing it off, kissing it, or trying to get it!"

OK. Where to start. It sucks to be a girl. Then again... it really rocks. You know, I coulda told you my mom had cancer. Now, we just know it for sure. Dad says that we'll find out treatment options.

I accidentally got caught in VP Cheney's motorcade today. It was so beautiful. I cried. Yes... very dumb, I know, but patriotism is sooo beautiful.

Everyday as I travel around I always think up AWESOME, KICK ASS posts, but when sit down and this here contraption I lose myself.

Back to the VP Cheney thing... snipers were on the railroad tracks above the road that he was driving on. Then, the suburban behind him had all the Secret Service guys in it with guns too!! Isn't that SCHWEET??? I love cool stuff like that. I know, I know... girls are supposed to like make-up and shoes and all that icing. And I do. But still- there is nothing like an awesome Citation X parked out at GGG glistenin in the sun or really cool CIA/Secret Service guys protecting the VP.

Welp- I'll be out with my peas and carrots tomorrow so I better jet.

Peace, Love & Pat Green

WOW... where to start? I'm really super tired and really don't know why I'm writing, because I wonder who even reads this.

But, I know there are a ton of blogs that I read-- and folks have no idea that I do. So, people out there that I'd like to think are reading this... this Bud's for you.

Bryan and I had a really good time this weekend. Two worlds collided and it actually worked. I've got a lot of stuff running through my head. I'm really tired... I think I said that already too.

CMT:Crossroads was on and my Dad and I watched it together. It was a Brad Paisely/John Mayer duet. WOW. My two favorite singers TOGETHER! So my dad and I enjoyed that. I made blackberry cobbler tonite too. Bryan brings me back to my southern roots! (Thanks sweetie!) So, now CMT is doing some Brad Paisley All Access show and we're eating my blackberry cobbler and Blue Bell ice cream. GOD IT'S GOOD TO BE SOUTHERN!

I have the most awesome friends. I've learned so much being this young that it's too cool. I hope that I never stop learning and that I'm as good a friend to my friends as they are to me.

I better head out. Peace, Love and Sweet Tea!

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Your school name
Your name
Your job will be	President of a small country
You will be worth	$797,541
Everyone will think you	are really hot
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I'm with Deena. Men are soooo super hard to figure out. I like them, though, and that's what keeps me coming back for more. Tee hee hee.

I have a new slogan- please braodcast it to all mankind:
NO 'TIL NOVEMBER. May I should run for President. LOL

Boys just complicate my entire world and I am tired of it. My mind is sooooo groggy right now. Drat those sugary pancakes I ate.

This is quite funny. This is who I am in famous leader form.

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