As I was driving into work this morning, House of Pain’s Jump Around came on.  I heart this song for two reasons:  1.  Mrs. Doubtfire (DUH), and 2.  You ever seen a Wisconsin Badgers game?  It’s kind of their anthem.  If not, you tube it to see a stadium full of red and white jumping around.  It’s seriously one of the coolest things ever.

And it got me thinking, a lot about what ifs, because you see, I almost went to college in Wisconsin.  I wanted soooo badly to get out of Georgia, and get away from those people that I went to high school with, that I considered packing up and moving back to the Motherland.

And once I made the decision to go to Auburn, I was so sick of Auburn, because it was EXACTLY  like what I had left at home in Georgia.  I applied to Kansas University, got in, but never really made the trek out there.  Also, their campus is beautiful, too, and they equally have their amount of cool things (Rock Chalk Jayhawk and the waving of the wheat — also look up).  Also, don’t take this paragraph the wrong way — I absolutely love my alma mater — War Eagle for life.

But I didn’t move, and I didn’t change schools.  What I did do was stick it out at Auburn, get good grades, get some form of work experience (holla at ya girl Ruby Tuesday), graduate with honors and leave.  I also happened to meet B (while both waiting tables at Ruby Tuesday), but our love story didn’t start for awhile after school.

And then, like a fool, I followed a boy to Birmingham.  Obviously that didn’t work out, but again, I didn’t move, and I didn’t change jobs — I stuck it out here.  I was fully capable of taking care of myself, and that, to me, was the coolest thing in the world.  So eventually B and I did get together in Birmingham (as he was the only person I knew here), and the rest, as they say, is history.

The whole point of my rambling is that sometimes thinking about “what ifs” is completely pointless.  Ok, so what IF I had moved back to Wisconsin, and what IF I had moved to Kansas, or what IF I had let that failure of that ONE relationship get to me and I peaced out of Birmingham?  Could I have been happy?  Sure, probably.  Could I have been successful?  Sure, probably (I have a pretty strong work ethic).

But IF I had done any of those things, I wouldn’t have what I have now –  A husband who is going to make a great father — a serious love of food and trying new things (also got that from B) — my Stell dog – and a life that just makes it worth it to go home to.

Crazy how one song can do all that, huh?

I hope you all have a great weekend!!

Guys — life has been kicking my ass lately.

And I’m not talking about just like it being a few bad weeks at work (they’ve actually been quite good — watch now that I said that, it’s all going to go to hell) — just being busy and exhausted.  Seriously, I’ve been in bed every night before 830.

Not.  A.  Lie.

So anyway, the point of this short and sweet post, is that tonight I’m headed to Pennsylvania to spend some much needed time with family.

I plan to return to next week with some bloggy goodness, and all the posts I’ve been saving up.

For now, I hope everyone has a great rest of the week, and I look forward to my return to blogland.

So lately it seems as though my priorities in life have changed.   It’s a weird realization to come to, and it usually sucks when someone has to point it out to you.

I know a lot of people say that God is their number one priority, followed by family, friends, work, etc.

I guess what really got me thinking about it (besides the prompt from a friend), is the story about Brittnay Maynard.  You know – the girl who moved to Oregon to take advantage of their Death with Dignity (for lack of better word) program.  It really strikes home for me, because she was born in the same year as me.  She is my age.  Her priority was dying on her own terms — something I can respect.  I’m not going to get all political on this blog – I have opinions, but I was also not in her shoes, and I wasn’t presented with the same problems she was.  She got to live the last six months the way she wanted, traveling and being with family – her priorities.

It’s really hard for me to list my priorities.  I know that my marriage and our little family ranks way up there. My family outside of the husband and dog is also a priority. I believe in God, but I’m not a very religious person at all.  My job is important, being healthy is important, my blog is important, and my friends are important.  But where do they all rank against one another?  And what happens when one is compromised?

To be honest, I can’t answer any of these questions.  I’m 30 years old, and I have no clue where my priorities lie.  I know what’s important to me – but what is the most important?  It’s a really hard question when you really sit back to think about it.

So, if I were to ask you what ranks number one in your life, what would you choose?  What if something came between you and your number one?  How would you handle it?

**  I’ve started a new position at work, and it is definitely not my favorite decision I’ve ever made. 

*  I’m one of those girls that takes selfies with their dog #getoverit (I also use hash tags when it’s not Twitter).

** I made some chili concoction I found on Pinterest.  It was actually really good — but I missed the memo on cutting the ingredients in half if I wanted a smaller amount.  Good news though?  I’ve got lunches for the rest of the week!!

**  We went to New Orleans this past weekend for the Packers game — there’ll be another post on the goings on, but let me tell you — I am STILL angry at how nasty and rude the Saints fans are.  I had a deep discussion about this with one of my coworkers, and apparently he got the same treatment from LSU fans when he went there years back for an Auburn game.  Hmmm, Louisiana??

** Are you watching “The Goldbergs?”  No??  WHY NOT?!?!?  It is seriously the best sitcom on TV.  I’m also loving Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

** I am a serious jinx to the Kansas City Royals.  I’m not kidding.  It’s probably more accurate to say I’m really bad luck when I root for a team that I don’t normally root for.

** I’m not afraid of Ebola, y’all . I’m just not.

** This Friday is Halloween.  It’s my favorite.  I intend on revealing my costume after Friday — but for Halloween, our tradition is ordering Vietnamese food and watching Halloween. 

I hope y’all have had a week so far!  We’ve at least made it to Wednesday!