Top 100 Housewife Blogs

GREAT NEWS ALERT!! I got an email yesterday saying my blog was selected by a panelist as now one of the

Top 100 Housewife Blogs 

on the web. Already?! I've only been blogging for almost two months and really not surprised I would get this honor so soon, but STILL! I'm #62 on the list.

What's even MORE exciting is that I'm on the SAME list as The Pioneer Woman!!!! I don't personally cook or anything, but love to see how much butter she uses in her recipes and see her super cute country kitchen décor (like her mixer).

NO Negativity

I literally cannot believe what just happened this morning. [ Insert fuming emoji face here ] Get this: My therapist called me a narcissist. She said all I do is talk about ME, think about ME and only do what's best for ME. That is absurd and NOT true, so I fired her on-the-spot. I can't deal with that kind of negativity.

Little does she know how much I think of OTHERS, I... stress over what others think of me; think about who's liking my posts/tweets/pins; wonder how people are going to react to my new outfits; anticipate what they'll say to my husband about how lucky he is to have me; enjoy the praise I receive from others; appreciate how people feel sorry for me that my own sister and parents aren't more adoring of me (they don't know how lucky they are to be related to me -- that's a WHOLE other story!); etc. 

I think about OTHER people ALL. THE. TIME!

How We Met

Brock has been SO busy lately with the NBA Finals. He's been stressed with getting all of his new clients ready in time for the games. (If you're lost right now, here's the backstory.) Anyway, some readers have asked if I would share how we met. I was planning to do this at some point, so I guess I'll share this sooner than later.

We actually met in court. I had a trespasser on my property. By "trespasser," I mean my old friend "Corinne" (can't use her actual name per my attorney). A few years ago, she stopped by one night to bring me some "homemade" cookies. (And by "homemade," I mean she personally cut up a store-bought roll of cookie dough and burned each cookies to a crisp.) 

We ended up getting in a fight on my doorstep. Why? Well, while I was out of COUNTRY, she had poached my personal shopper offering her more money and better perks in my peak season of holiday shopping. (I start every August.) I came home to the news and was LIVID. I threw the paper plate of cookies at her as she was starting to go down my brick steps. As she turned back to yell something else at me, her ankle twisted and she fell HARD on her arm and face. She broke her arm on my walkway! To add insult to her injury, she turned around and sued ME for her accident on MY property. Ugh.

So I had to go to court. One day, Corinne's attorney asked for her orthopaedic surgeon to testify about her arm. When he was called up to the stand, I'll NEVER forget the first time I laid eyes on Brock. [STAGE DIRECTION: Cue heavenly angels singing and light shining on him directly from heaven above.] 

Our eyes locked and that's when I knew he was "The One." It was obviously mutual. Dr. Brock approached me at the break, got my number and within a few days of the trial ending, we were having dinner at Ruth's Chris. (That was in 2008.)

We spent every night together after that (either in person or via Skype). I also knew he was the one for me when he shared his story about growing up in an orphanage. Sad, huh? Against all odds, he accomplished his dreams and started his own practice fixing broken bones.

It wasn't the accomplishing his dreams part that got me, but the orphanage. It was then I realized that if things worked out, I would NEVER have to deal with a mother-in-law. He was a one-man band. He had NO parents and NO siblings which meant NO in-laws for me! He was my "Dream Guy" in every way possible.

We've now been married for eight years, and happily married for about five.

Coastal Seafood ONLY

I've been on a food kick this weekend with my posts and pins, so thought I would share this important information:

I'm assuming everyone already knows that you NEVER eat seafood when it smells fishy. That means it's already going bad. 

Well, I like to take it one step further and tell everyone I know to NEVER eat seafood UNLESS you're sitting somewhere looking at the OCEAN. That's when you know it's REALLY fresh. 

I NEVER go inland to eat seafood. Not even 10 miles in. Unless you're ON THE COAST with salt water in view, STAY AWAY. You'll FEEL BETTER by doing yourself, your body and your health insurance company a favor. Avoiding any unnecessary illness or ER visits.

(P.S.- NEVER buy a shrimp platter from a grocery store. It's best if you buy it at a fish market not long after it has come off the boat and been cleaned. If you must, Costco is the next best option. I must admit, their $12 shrimp platters are divine.)

Sharing My High End Pins

I FINALLY started a Pinterest account for this blog. I did it mainly so people like Amelia's mother-in-law can take a hint on how to plan a baby shower using this much needed resource in our digital world. (see my Ideas for My Friends' Baby Showers board)

I'm a little stressed that the screen shot above looks a little fuzzy, but at least it helps you easily find ME. Please Follow Me and Share My High End Pins! My boards already look ahhh-mazing. Sharing my high end tastes with you is a privilege FOR YOU. So take advantage of this rare opportunity.