Big Girl Panties

"Put your big girl panties on and deal with it."

That's a phrase that's stuck with me since college. While images of walking around in granny panties was the first thing that came to my mind the first time I read it, this phrase has come in handy for me, especially the past week or so.

Long (really long) story short-I'm unattached and so is my fibula...

Yep. A broken ankle. I'd rather not get into the "why and how" of the previous events, because that's not the point, but there you have it.

I hate crying, but I do it a lot when I'm frustrated. For example, recently the following inconsequential events led me to tears:

1. Seeing the nurse bring crutches in my room. I suddenly realized that I actually broke a bone. I'm not sure why this was Earth shattering, as the break was pretty obvious, but at the time I felt pretty pathetic.

2. Falling/tripping...a lot. I realized that if I'm not graceful on my own two feet, I'm sure as hell not graceful on crutches.

3. Doors shutting in my face because I can't hold them open is the ultimate "screw you."

4. While I've been incredibly blessed to have family and amazing friends (Todd Shirley shoutout!), those late-at-night moments when I was truly alone just kind of sucked.

Bucket Lists and Blue Lights


So as you can see, lots of stupid stuff has just brought on the waterworks lately. Luckily, Sunday night I had my "come to Jesus."

A local news station reported around 10pm that due to some rare solar flare, it was possible that states as far South as Alabama may be able to see the Northern Lights. Considering that's on my bucket list, I figured why not knock it out in my hometown if I could?!

So at 10:30-ish, I grab my crutches and jump in the car....alone. Not really knowing where I could get a great view without having to get out, I decide my best bet is to just head up Lookout Mountain.

Halfway up, I realize how dark it is up there at night (I know - no shit, Sherlock.) I start driving rather slowly, making sure I find the road that heads to Point Park - my first idea for a good view. It's so dark that I miss the right turn, but see it last minute and do that thing where you sort of stop, but realize it's going to require a turn-around. I also realize there's a cop sitting at the stop sign.

Of course, I take off slowly, trying to decide my plan of action, which is immediately screwed when the cop turns and starts to follow me. I've only been pulled over twice in my life, so this quickly made me a nervous wreck.

I try to act cool and decide I'll just drive and act like I know where I'm going, that way I don't seem so shady cruising the fancy neighborhood in my Saturn Ion...surely my bike rack makes me rich and preppy, right? Well, maybe it did, until I ended up driving straight into the parking lot of Rock City. Shit- nowhere to go from here.

I just stopped in the road - lost. Not terribly lost, but obviously lost. Sure as hell, he turns on those dreaded blue lights. Double shit.

He comes to the car, flashlight on, and asks me if I'm lost.

Just imagine this cop's face when I try to explain to him I'm driving up Lookout Mtn. to see the Northern Lights. As the words come out of my mouth, I felt the quick grip in my throat, the one signaling I was about to cry. Cry because I've got a broken ankle, broken heart and I just wanted to see the freaking Northern Lights...in Tennessee...and now I drove my hobbling ass up here alone and got lost...and I realize the whole thing sounds ridiculous.

But suddenly, that quote about pulling on large panties jumped in my head. I knew if I started crying and blubbering about the Northern Lights, this cop was likely to send me on the next bus to Moccasin Bend. So I pulled up my big girl panties, pushed the lump in my throat down and just told him I got turned around in the dark. Sure, he was skeptical of my astrological scavenger hunt at first, but he eventually just pointed me in the right direction and let me be on my way. Whew.

I wrote this whole long thing to say this-  while it was probably crazy to drive up there to get a glimpse of the Northern Lights, it made me realize that alone or not, broke ankle or not, that's life sometimes-and life can be tough (and definitely a hell of a lot tougher than this), but you just have to pull up your big girl panties (or boxer briefs) and deal with it.

Is it okay to have a 60-second-pity party and cry all alone on the couch when shit hits the fan? Oh yeah! But only if you dry it up, swallow your pride and move on.

I never did see the Northern Lights thanks to the clouds blanketing the city, but I'll mark it off the list one day, either alone or with whoever God has picked out for me.

Gimpy K

Down In the Unemployment Line

I don't like for anything in life to sneak up on me. I've rarely ever been surprised in my life, and I like to think I see everything coming, which is why the morning of April 16 wasn't quite as world-shattering as it could have been.

Parking was first. I vividly remember the hell that ensued when my co-workers and I got the email that budget cuts needed to be made and our convenient, free, downtown parking was first to go. I knew that was the first red flag. Then, like a scene out of Office Space, people in suits I had never seen before were walking the halls. Investors. We're in trouble now.

My co-workers will tell you that for the past few months I've been a female Tom Smykowski. I speculated for weeks it was coming and Monday morning the email finally came. A big weekly meeting was postponed, because another "meeting" had to take place. Crap. Here we go. Then, my friend who was the most recently hired came to my desk. She had a call to be in a special meeting at 10 a.m. The tears started about here. Then, my phone rang. I didn't even ask questions when the receptionist told me to be at the mandatory meeting at 10 a.m.- I just started crying.

People tried to assure us that this wasn't it, but as a group of us headed to the meeting it was awkwardly silent, and we all just nodded our heads at each other signifying we knew.

I wish I could say I held it together and didn't ugly cry through the entire meeting, but that would be a lie. This was my first "big girl" job and definitely my first time ever losing a job. I don't even think it was the fact I was being laid off, but more the realization that my months of having a hunch it was going down was finally a reality. Then, the thought of all my bills hit me one by one. And finally, the thought of having to pack a box of my stuff and leave all my friends who were being told as we were laid off that cuts had to be made and we were those cuts.

I find great peace and humor knowing that once my computer was unlocked and some of my co-workers accessed my email, they saw that my final email laughed. They laughed because I knew that after the meeting my computer would be locked up, so my final email included my portfolio, resume and other personal documents that I sent to myself.

Being laid off is an emotional roller coaster. At first I was sad. Then, happy to be free. Then, you get that last paycheck and turned down for the first job you thought you had in the bag and you're just bitter. But each day gets a little better, and luckily, I have a large network of fabulous friends and family who have forwarded on a lot of good leads. I've also found I'm much less reserved when it comes to reaching out to people I don't know just to network.

I know something bigger and better is out there waiting for me. I just have to find it. Until then, I'll camp out in coffee shops with free wi-fi and follow-up on job leads. If you have any, send them my way!

Gratefully yours, K

Ink-Be-Gone

Well friends, time to dust off the old blog and start again. However, life has changed some. I'm not so single these days, which means I'll be writing less about my relationship and more about life along the way or other people's relationship qualms (when they request it.) While I do have a pretty awesome man in my life, I still check "single" on my tax return, so alas—SITLC lives on!

My return blog is nothing too exciting or opinionated like past posts, but instead, a domestic magic trick I heard about and decided to test this weekend.

During the Victoria's Secret Semi-Annual Sale, I snagged an awesome hot pink bra for $20. As I was paying, I noticed the bra had two vicious looking ink stains on them and was totally disheartened. Every woman knows what a deal the Semi-Annual Sale is, but finding more than one of the same item in your size just doesn't happen. The lady in line behind me told me to use hairspray to get the ink out, so I decided I would risk it and try it later.

Fast forward from December to err—February—and I decide to try it!


One of the disappointing ink stains before...




Can of Tresemme' Hairspray I had on hand, which I sprayed directly onto the stain and wiped with a cloth.






And voila! Bye bye ink stain! Hello, awesome ink-free steal! (The hairspray did eventually dry and is unseen.)



Slightly domestically yours,
K

Love Ain't No Fairytale

I recently started attending services at Calvary Chapel and have really enjoyed it. They're doing a 4-week study, led by Andy Stanley, called "The New Rules of Love, Sex, and Dating" and last night was the first part. I highly encourage you to listen to Part 1 before reading this, but if you can't, this is basically going to be about what I got from it last night. It's not super preachy and I think most of it applies to people who don't believe in God.

I want to start by saying this: Usually after I post a blog, people ask me if it's about them, or if they're boyfriend told me to write it, or they assume it's about a particular relationship of mine. The truth is this:

1. A lot of what I write about IS based on what I'm going through, but I also write blogs about things people ask me to discuss.
2. A lot of you think my blogs are about you-and they probably are, because a lot of you are going through the same things as me.
3. If you think it applies to you and you don't like the way it applies to you...change it.

Moving on...last night was about "The Right Person Myth". You know, that whole fairytale load of crap about how you find Mr./Mrs. Right and suddenly everything else in your life is right? Yea it's a bunch of bull.

The first point he made was that people he refers to as "sport/recreational/serial daters" won't like his series, because they're not looking for anything serious. You do you. But the important point, that stuck like a knife was this, "The PRESENT will be your PAST which will be PRESENT in your FUTURE." In other words, what you're doing now will end up coming up in your life/marriage later. There's no judgment passed on what you're doing now, but just remember, it doesn't go away. Skeletons in the closet anyone? I know it hearing that dusted off some of mine. Note: My blogs are read by approximately 200 people and I guarantee 95% of you just said, "Oh my gosh! She's talking about me!" But it's not coming from me...it's coming from Andy. Even when I heard it, I thought, "How does he know?!" Well, he explained that.

Andy talks about how people think they have this unique, untouchable, never told before love that no one else has ever experienced, but this truth is...it's not. He says, "Your relationship isn't unique, it's a well-worn, predictable path..." And they are. Which is why when you hear this stuff, you think it directly applies to you, but it applies to everyone.

Now back to the "right" person. We fall for that fairytale and then end up marrying that fairytale and when the chemistry wears off, there's nothing left. You can have chemistry with anyone. You can feel sparks fly with someone you meet for 10 minutes, but the truth is, you can't have a relationship with just anyone...that takes actual effort, not just chemistry.

Andy's big point is this—you're not going to find the right person until you start focusing on becoming the right person. When he said this, that's when I knew I've been doing this whole thing wrong. I've been looking for the right guy, when really I should be making sure I'm right for the right guy.

You've got to be the kind of person the person you are looking for is looking for.

You want someone trustworthy and faithful and responsible, but are you that person? Would that person be attracted to the person you are right now? Something to ponder. And if you're not those things that you're searching for in another, what made you that way?

I have no answers on this one. I'm still soaking it all in. I hope you spend the 50 minutes to watch Part One, if not I hope my blog explained it, but if you have more specific questions, feel free to ask me at kerrigasskd@gmail.com. This series has 3 weeks left to it and if you missed the first night, you won't be lost if you want to jump in, so if you're interested in going next week, let me know!

Not hunting, not seeking, but becoming,
K

Pizza, Pizza

If you know me, you know I love pizza. I mean, I could eat it everyday love it. I'm obsessed. I'm also a huge fan of Hill City pizza. However, I've never had a great service experience there and last night was probably the most interesting of all. People call it Hill Shitty as a joke, but I sometimes wonder. I will say I have been a server, in a pizza restaurant, and it's hellacious and people can be really rude and it can just flat out suck. So I'm not trying to be a whiny patron and this was not the worst restaurant experience I've had by far, but the punch line is quite entertaining.

I've had two or three instances already where they forgot to put my order in at Hill City, but last night was different.

Last night was most epic of all. We arrive after kickball and are starving. They immediately inform us that they have no cheese... Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't cheese typically vital to a pizza? Unless you're some no-dairy dieter, cheese is pretty much a pizza staple. So we decide to patiently wait for them to go get cheese from somewhere, which they warn us will take 15 minutes. Whatever. It's worth it.

Then, our pizza shows up and looks like this....




I'm not one to complain to servers. Even if I hate my food, I usually don't mention it. My friend, Claire however shouts out, "This is burnt!" Which, obviously from the pictures...it was.

Our server says, "We always burn our pizzas like that."

.........

We still scarfed down the burnt pizza, because we were hungry. Needless to say, Claire got another pizza on the house.

Only me,
K

Are You Ready to Rumble?

Recently, a friend mentioned his frustration with finding girls who seemed great upfront. Had every quality you could want in a woman—and then after putting in a week or so of effort, they get the "I'm not ready to date." sinker. Been there, done that. As a 20-30 something in the dating world of this generation, I've discovered there are a lot of people who either a) just got dumped by the one they thought was "the one"(as myself) or b) they're divorced.

You automatically assume that because someone is out at a bar, flirting, buying you drinks, and making the moves that they're on the search. They're sending the outward sign that, "Hey! I'm single! I'm okay with it! I don't give a damn about my ex and I'm ready to find someone else! Now let's go!" But as myself and many of my friends have found, just because they act that way, doesn't mean it's true.

So I've come up with a few signs to know if:

1) Your most recent interest is ready to date.
or
2) You are ready to date.


1. Bitterness. If you/you're interest is constantly making snide remarks about their ex or complaining about how the ex did this or that wrong, they're not over it. That resentment will just carry over into the next relationship and no one needs that. Tell them to call you when they're over it.

2. Crazy for love(or attention). When people become single, they have a tendency to sometimes pursue just about anyone and everyone they see. In most cases, that urge to flirt with every person of the opposite sex fades(then again I've met some pretty long-term creepers). If you can't keep yourself from buying every girl/guy you're semi-attracted to a drink and imagining where the night may lead, you don't have it out of your system yet. If the guy/girl your chasing is chasing everyone INCLUDING you around the bar, they're not ready. You can talk to them about it, but if they get defensive...NEXT!

3. One is the loneliest number. In reality, everyone needs alone time. If you/you're interest can't be alone without worrying what everyone else is doing or moping because he/she/you is alone, it's not time. Before you can move on with someone new, you have to be completely comfortable being yourself, by yourself. You change as a person when you date someone else and when that relationship ends, you've got to figure out who you are without that person. If the person you're interested in is at the bar every night or constantly trying to surround themselves with others and gain their approval...well you know what to do. If you are that person that can't be alone—take baby steps. Spend a night in, when you know all of your friends are out. Take a mini-vacation alone. Whatever you have to do to find out who the new you is. (Did I mention, you will never find the old you? Because you won't.)

Word to the wise: If you're not ready to date, stop acting like it and screwing up the fun for the rest of us who are! I understand, being alone sucks. We all get it. But going out in public and treating men/women like you ARE ready to date is just rude. You may be in some funk, but don't pull others down with you. Go out with your friends and feel free to look, but don't attempt to order off the menu.

If you realize someone is showing the signs of not being ready or they tell you they're not...run. Sometimes even after they tell you they're not ready, they will do things that make you think maybe they really are. Ignore it. You'll know when they're ready, you may be around, you may not, but either way, if you avoid that mess they're in and keep yourself out of it, you're way better off.

Lord help me take my own advice,
K

Did You Say Shots?

It's been 2 weeks since I started this Match.com experience and one week since I went on my first Match date. I should've written about this sooner, but much more important things have been happening.

So this guy starts messaging me back and forth and I can't help but notice that I recognize him from somewhere. There's one picture I swear I've seen somewhere, and then it hits me that I've seen this picture on my friend Mel's Facebook. I text her immediately and find out that it is the guy from her Facebook and a co-worker...who she informs me is a total douchebag...great. I decide to give it a try anyways. It felt less nerve wracking considering I knew someone who knew him, so if he tried to kidnap me, someone knew where to find him.

So our date is set for a Thursday at 7 at Northshore Grille. I can probably hit Northshore with a bouncy ball from the Dollhouse, but I still show up a few minutes early. He texts me at 6:59 to tell me he'll be there in 10 minutes...minus one. I'm all about punctuality, folks. I go in to the bar area and see one of my friends from my group and for a second think, "Screw this. I'm going to sit here and have a beer with my friend and forget this." But people are looking forward to reading this so when I see the guy I decide to go with it. He orders a beer, I decide to do the same. It takes a good 15 minutes to just order, because he can't stop talking long enough to look at the menu, but at least the guy can hold a conversation.

Then, it gets interesting...he suggests ordering a shot. Wait! What?!? Before the entree?!? So I'm thinking he's either an alcoholic or this date is that bad. Then, I can't decide if he's trying to see if I'm "cool enough to hang" or "trashy enough to take shots at dinner." I make a last minute decision to take a shot. I can't shoot straight liquor without throwing it up on everyone around me, so I go for the mixed shot my friend has ordered all night the Saturday before...Captain on Crack...and survived the shot without puking. Thank God.

He continued to talk...alot. Then, we went next door and had a few beers and discussed shark week. The conversation was fine, but there was far too much drinking for this first date. If you immediately need alcohol to get through a date...not a good sign. Was he a douche? Well not ultimately, but he did make a few comments that let me know that after about date 5 he'd probably be one. Don't ever mention a woman's weight...even if it's another woman's weight, to a woman. You immediately look like a shallow pig.

Things turned around for me on the weekend though. I went with some friends to church Sunday at Calvary Chapel. It was my first time, and I was shocked and happy to see how many people there were my age. I still have a month or two left of this Match thing, but I see much more potential in finding someone at church than online. Whew.

Plus, the sermon at church was really what I needed. They discussed embracing the "season" of life that you're in, even if it's not the one you expected to be in. For me that "season" is singledom . Lately, a lot of my "group" has been finding guys and girls that make them happy and they're trying the relationship route. While I make fun of their mushy Facebook comments or their tendency to drop everything to hang out with their significant other, I'm super happy for them, because I know if I had someone that treats me like that, I'd be doing the same. My friends and I have all dated some real duds lately and I'm glad they've finally found men (and women) that appreciate them, want to spend time with them, and are overall just good for them.

Match is okay, but I'm pretty sure every Alabama fan with a fishing pole has sent me a message. To be honest, I haven't cared much about even trying to talk to anyone on there. It seems like too much effort. Terrible I know. I'll keep trying and if anyone else interesting comes along, I might give the date a shot, but for some reason I feel like something really good is lurking around the corner and it's not on the internet...

Guess we'll wait and see,
K