The marrying kind...
The event was pretty joyous. Mostly because we like to make fun of people who take themselves too seriously, and they were out in full force, schmoozing in style.
I bought myself a cute little dress to wear and had on my ass-kicking heels, so I was feeling pretty good, but then I sat next to Miss Austin 2007 at dinner (see photo below). She's totally hot. Nothing like sitting next to a beauty queen to have a quick blow to the ol' self-esteem!
Typically, I feel alright being out & about with a variety of pretty people. I mean, I'm not tops, but I kinda have my own thing going. A girl-next-door who's a little wacky. I'm ok with that.
I think there are two main categories for girls; the kind you want to date and the kind you want to marry. And I'm a good wife. :)
JB, Clint, Allison, and Blake from www.higherout.com
5 Comments:
At March 13, 2009 at 2:10 AM , Carl Miner said...
You fit into both of those categories oh so well! You would be shocked and amazed (and maybe even a little disturbed) at how many men really want to "date" you. And by "date" I mean throw on the bed and make sweet love to until the morning dew.
You are the wife that all others are measured against. And your beauty is so incredibly stunning that I have to wear sunglasses at night just so I can see. They wrote a song about it in fact.
Your humbleness about your beauty is part of what makes you the perfect package. I love you.
I said package.
At March 13, 2009 at 9:21 AM , Lynsey Mattingly said...
As far as I can tell her shirt does NOT have thumb holes. Why you even talked to someone so un-cool we'll never know.
I think there are men AND WOMEN everywhere who want to throw you in bed until "morning dew"...where's the line forming??? I need to go save a space. For a friend. :)
At March 17, 2009 at 11:31 PM , Beth Miner said...
I heart you two. You're my soulmates. :)
At March 18, 2009 at 10:54 PM , Anonymous said...
There is a third type, "The type to open for Eddie Money" That is a special kind of person. Well, also the type that eats smoked meat and hates the pan flute.
How much panflute, could a loser pan flute, if a panflute, loser pan flutes????
At March 22, 2009 at 5:44 PM , Beth Miner said...
Ya know, Ronnie, my confidence probably would NOT have been shaken if I had just remembered that simple fact. Thank you!
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