Dear Ok Chick

Dear OK Chick,

I am a fairly new dedicated follower to your blog. I have found it to be a nice break during the day to read your “ramblings”, or read about “The perfect purse”. Reading your witty thoughts, or stories about your blind dates, and even what the cooking lady brought to eat can have me cracking up in my office, and leaving my poor co-worker wondering what on earth I am reading.
Last week you posted a letter from one of your loyal followers and it triggered something in me to ask you for your help/opinion as well. You have such an insight to people, a talent of match making, and you dating advise… priceless!!

So here’s the story… We (me and a new guy) started talking/hanging out a little over a month ago. So far things have been going good. He is what we all want to have… a guy who will give you your space and not make you feel smothered. I will get random text during the day to see how my day at work is going, sometimes a call in the evening to say hi and check on how I am doing (but not a lot of text and not a phone call every day). We don’t hang out during the week, just talk. On the weekends we have been hanging out Friday and Saturday night, sometimes just the two of us other times with our friends. The reason I am writing is because I am confused on whether or not he is into me. We all know the book “He’s just not that into you” (if you don’t I suggest you read – I vouch OK Chick will agree with me).
Because of the fact I hear from him at least once a day makes me think “He is into me”, but since we don’t see each other during the week leads me to the rule… He’s just not that into you if he doesn’t make time for you. So I would love to hear your opinion.

I just want to lay an important note out. I am not the one that texts first, it’s him.

Thanks,
Completely Confused (CC)!!


Hello CC!

Thank you for the wonderful comments. I'm so happy you enjoy my Ramblings and other antidotes on life. I realize most of the stuff I post on this blog is unimportant, but I see my main goal for the blog, to make people laugh/smile, is fulfilled.

Alright CC, let's get down to business. You have a classic problem: Does he like me, or does he think I'm just a cool girl? I see it all the time. The fact that he's been consistent with his text messaging and calling is a pretty good sign. However, I do find it odd that you have not gone on a date. Well, I'm assuming you have not gone on a date, since you did not mention it in your letter. I am fully aware that now days there is a "hanging out" period for a couple. This is usually a time when couples see if they would like to go on a date with the other person. It sounds like you are in the "hanging out" stage, which is good. But it has been my experience that the "hanging out" period is usually only a few weeks. Most of the time, people can decide if they want to pursue anything after a few times of hanging out. CC, I do not understand why this "hanging out" period has been going on for a month or longer?

I believe my Matchmaking Hero Patti, from Millionaire Matchmaker, would totally pitch this guy to the curb. She would not put up with a guy hanging out with a girl whenever he felt like hanging out. No sir, Patti would make the man either shape up or ship out! And by shape up I'm talking, a date that involves fine food. Now, fine food for me is 4 star restaurant, but that's just me; and I'm single so take that however you want. But I do stand by the fact that you need to go on a real date. I'm talking an old fashion date; he picks you up, gives you flowers, pays for dinner, and then takes you roller skating. If he's not willing to take you on a date, then you need to move on sister. Tell him to hit the road, and tell him not to come back NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE...ummm you get the picture.

CC, I hope this helps you. But to be on the safe side, since I have basically zero experience in dating, we'll ask Blogger World. Folks, please help CC on this issue. And no CC is not me!

OK Chick

Here's to Monday

This morning my neck hurts . Actually, yesterday it hurt all day but today it really hurts. Don't you hate when your back or neck hurts? You feel so old!

Currently, I cannot turn around. I can only see things directly in front of me. Driving to work was pretty interesting. I did a lot of trusting in God. I didn't know who I was pulling out in front of, and really could have cared less.

I started to get this way last night, not being able to turn around. Last night my dad threw his suitcase behind my car, before he came inside to see everyone. Ok, let's skip the obvious question- Why did your dad throw his suitcase behind your car? I know seriously, it's amazing I turned out this smart. Anyway, last night I had to move my car for my uncle and didn't realize my dad threw his suitcase behind my car; because who throws their suitcase behind a car? As you can guess, I ran over my dad's suitcase, and I really could have cared less. I'm telling you when my neck gets all messed up, I just stop caring about things. This morning, I shaved one leg before I realized the pain was too much and I could care less if both legs got shaved. Yes, I'm wearing pants today. And let's not even discuss my hair- half curl, half straight mess. Again, the pain was too much during the blow drying process. I finally said, whatever and went with half curl, half straight.

Right now, I'm counting down the minutes until 8am. At 8am, I'm going to visit my trusty chiropractor. A few years ago, this man was my favorite male in the whole wide world. It appears he is going to my favorite male in the whole wide world again. I just throw down the credit card and tell him to fix me. We have a great relationship.

SO, here's to you Monday! I can tell it's going to be awesome!

How to become OK Chick's Hero

Blogger World, I'm sure at some point you have wondered how to become my hero? No? You really should ponder that question in the near future. Actually, I'll just save you the time and brain space by answering the question.

Friends and random readers, this is how you become my hero......

You send me, and two other friends, a package from a far off country full of presents. My presents were a Starbucks travel mug and socks from my 2nd favorite store- Uni Qlo. As you know, or maybe you don't know, I love Starbucks nonfat Chais and I love socks from Uni Qlo. This present was very much an OK Chick present, a good OK Chick present. ML, I thank you for my new things! We all loved our presents.

So now that I look at this picture, I realize there is a lot of clutter on my kitchen table. I feel that I should explain....

Now, hopefully you can read the descriptions. If not, I suggest you rush to the eye doctor immedidately. I kid, I kid. I undersand the descriptions are a bit small; but you see, it took me 30 minutes to create that masterpiece. As you can imagine, I do not have patience for another go around with the picture. Also, I'm hungry and it's lunch time.

Dear OK Chick...

Dear OK Chick,

First off, I’m a huge fan of your blog. You always entertain me with your witty post!
I noticed a few months back you did a post called Dear OK Chick. You answered two different reader’s emails about dating. Well, I have a question about dating and would love for you to post a Dear OK Chick for me. I need your expertise. See, I met a guy in the grocery store and I believe he was hitting on me, but I’m not 100% sure. Maybe you can help me?

Here’s the story….
I was scanning the chocolate bar aisle, looking for a certain chocolate bar, when someone beside me asked me if I was looking for something specific. I turned to find a very attractive male behind me. I immediately gave him my full attention and told him about a certain chocolate bar I wanted to purchase. Since I couldn’t find my chocolate bar I asked him what chocolate he was looking for. He said, “I don’t know, that’s why I thought I’d ask you for a recommendation.” We made small talk for about seven minutes, small talk he instigated. We talked about ‘upscale grocery stores’ and how we both do not live close to one, but are willing to drive the short distance to get what we wanted, which resulted in talking about where we each live. This also led to conversations about where he worked. After we ended our conversation we went on our separate ways. I went to the produce section, he went to the meats. We later ran into each other in another isle and this time I instigated the conversation and asked specific questions. He apologized for not having a business card on him and I brushed it off and pretended to not be interested. Obviously, this couldn’t be farther from the truth; I just didn’t want to look desperate for a phone number. OK Chick, was he hitting on me? I can’t decide if he was being friendly or if he was hitting on me. I felt a good chemistry between us and I would like to send him a friendly/flirty email.

Thanks,
Desperate to know

Dear Desperate to know,

Thank you so much for the flattering compliments. It’s always nice to hear a compliment.
Ok, on to your problem. Desperate to know, I can’t say I have a lot of experience with being hit on at the grocery store, or hit on ever. So I’m going to turn this question over to my other friends in Blogger World. I believe they can help you. Blogger World, please help desperate to know…..

Advice for JCrew

Dear JCrew,

Who is suppose to fit into these jeans? Am I suppose to fit into these jeans? Right. Next time you design jeans, let's add extra material for a butt and two thighs. Also, could we do away with the name Toothpick Style? It's....dumb.

Thanks,
OK Chick

PS- Love the sweaters for the fall!

This is a test. This is ONLY a test.

It was 7am this morning. I had just arrived to work and already into my normal morning routine; which consist of drinking my nonfat Chai, eating breakfast (Poptart), and sorting through my email. All the sudden the fire alarm began to blare. I’m not being dramatic when I say blare. It was deaf defying loud. I discovered, this morning, the fire alarm for my whole floor is in my cube. Awesome. I knew there was a reason no one wanted this prime real estate cube.

Folks, when the alarm began to blare it scared me so bad that I jumped out of my chair and ran into the hallway. I didn’t know what was going on, but I knew my office is not where I needed to be. After I calmed down, and my coworkers stopped laughing at me. I discovered my building was testing the fire alarms. You would think they would have sent out an email warning everyone of this! Oh, they did that? So, I was the only one that fled their office? My bad.

As I was talking to my coworkers, I noticed both of my hands had a death grip on something. I looked down to see what I had planned to save from the "suppose" fire. I was planning to save my nonfat Chai and Poptart. Yup, that’s OK Chick, saving her food over THE PERFECT PURSE.

Wanted: Friends

Blogger World, I would like to think that I have friends. People that care about me; individuals that enjoy doing things with me on the weekend. Sadly this isn’t accurate. It appears that I have no friends. Zero. Zilch. Nada. We’re talking last kid picked for baseball.

Friday night the OK Art Museum is having a party. Ok, not really a party. Actually, it is a party. They are celebrating the closing of Turner to Cézanne: Masterpieces from the Davies Collection, National Museum Wales. Man, try saying that in everyday conversation. I bet your perceived IQ would go up 50 points. Anyway, I would really like to see this exhibit before it leaves the OK Art Museum. However, I am having a hard time finding someone to go with me. And by hard time, I mean impossible time! I cannot find one soul to join me. Not one person! SO today I’m using this wonderful mode of communication for something useful. I’m posting a wanted post for friends. Below you will find the criteria. If you meet all, or one of these things, please leave a comment. If not, still leave a comment.

Friend Criteria

Own a good pair of walking shoes.

Enjoy eating good food.

Have a strong desire for cupcakes.

Breathing.

Knows what a nonfat Chai is.

Not completely grossed out that after I attend an aerobic class, I meet people for dinner/drinks/movies/shopping/bible study.

Not completely grossed out that after I run, I meet people for dinner/drinks/movies/shopping/bible study.

Income.

Understand the greatness of a Panera Cinnamon Crunch Bagel.

Not stupid.

Ok with wasting valuable brain space on shows like Rachel Zoe Project, The Real Housewives of Any City, and Flipping Out.

Ok, I think that about covers my Friend Criteria. Again if you meet all, or one, of these please leave a comment.

Thanks,

OK Chick

Zip It!

The past few Tuesday nights I have been attending bible study. The study series is called Speaking Wisely, which is something I need to practice big time! One way I've been trying to conquer this "speaking wisely" thing is by memorizing scripture. I'm assuming if I had God's word floating in my brain, I'd be less likely to pop off a mean/unnecessary comment to some poor soul. This week's verse is from Proverbs.

Proverbs 10:19
When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise.

So, today's goal is to not only resist the white sheet cake, lemon poppy seed muffins, and mini-cupcakes resting in the food cub, but also hold my tongue. As you can imagine, I'm up for a big battle today.

Life Shattering News

We interrupt this worthless blog to report some life shattering news. Blogger World, in 34 days Pepperidge Farm will be bringing back their version of Tim Tams cookies. Let me repeat this again...34 days, Pepperidge Farm will bring back Tim Tams. What is a Tim Tam you ask? Well, Tim Tams are the greatest cookies! I discovered these little jewels when I was in Australia. When I left Australia I brought back 3 boxes, and did not share with anyone. Yes, I'm that selfish! These cookies are very addicting, but oh so tasty! If anyone out there is looking for my Christmas present, or birthday present...these cookies would work. I mean, if you really want to show the love, throw in a non-fat Chai too.

PS- The answer to Friday's game was #2. Way to go....Amy in Edmond, Kendon, and KC. Imaginary high-five to you all!

3 Truths and a Lie

Alright, it's that time again...when OK Chick has nothing to say but all the time in the world. Today's worthless post, is a game! YEAH! Who doesn't like games? Ok, well I don't really like games, but just board games. I'm cool with other types of games. Actually on second thought, I don't like card games either. I just get bored during board and card games. I know, call me crazy. Wait, this isn't what I wanted to talk about today. Sorry...side tracked!

Ok, so 3 Truths and a Lie is pretty simple. All you have to do is guess the lie. Good luck, and as normal imaginary high five to the winner.

This weekend am I....
1. Taking my books back to the library.
2. Shopping for new fall clothes.
3. Cooking dinner for Sister #2, because she is going to mow my yard.
4. Walking 5 miles at a local park.

Thursday Fashion Thoughts

Blogger World, today is Thursday, in case you haven't had time to look at the calendar. This morning I woke up with my brain going full speed, and this was before the 5:35am aerobics class, and the non-fat Chai. Now, my brain is working so fast I can't keep things straight. So today, I am having Thursday Thoughts, which all have to do with fashion. Hopefully, this will release some of the worthless thoughts floating around.

Today, I'm dressed like it's spring or summer. I hate this time of year...where you want to wear your fall clothes but it's still 90 degrees outside. It's so annoying! I have cute fall clothes, and I want to wear them.

This morning, while getting dressed, my brown belt broke. I should be wearing a belt with these pants, but I only own one brown belt...which is currently in my trash can. Advice for all...own more than one belt. It's good to have a back-up.

Thanks for your support on the off white purse. After reading the comments I feel so educated. Winter White? I had no idea. I should notify my mom on the color Winter White. She needs to be teaching her kindergartners this color. By the way, I've been carrying the purse since Monday.

I discovered a new blog, J&K:What to wear. This couple is super fashionable. Is fashionable even a word? Whatever. This blog is a husband/wife combo that take pictures of their outfits every morning. They look so cute-ALWAYS! At first I said they looked cute because they lived some where in CA, and had cool stores. The other day, I noticed that they live in OKC. This just proves that even if you live a 1,000 miles away from NYC or LA, you should still dress with flare. I highly recommend the blog if you are having problems putting outfits together.

Have you guys ever seen the outfits Lady Gaga wears? Who in their right mind wears this crap? Really, I want you to raise your hand? I mean, Elton John doesn't even look this silly.....

I think on Lady Gaga point, I'm going to wrap up this Thursday Fashion Thoughts.

HELP I need somebody!

I have a hard time finding purses, and not just any purse the perfect purse. It’s right up there with the perfect pair of jeans, or the perfect man.

Yesterday I was on a mission for the perfect purse. I’ve been on this mission since March. Yesterday I decided I would stop searching, and find the perfect purse! Instead of fighting the crowds at the mall, I decided to shop around town. I shopped at local stores like Ross, TJ Maxx, and Stein Mart. I was fully confident one of these stores would have my perfect purse. Well, as luck would have it Ross had my perfect purse. I was thrilled, ecstatic if you will. It’s the perfect size, had the right handles, it’s Nine West, and my favorite-it was on sale! The only problem with the perfect purse is its white, but not white-white, an off white.

At first I didn’t care that it was white, but then I started to doubt myself. I asked my friend KC about carrying a white purse in the fall/white, she said no. I called Sister #1 she said, who cares carry the purse. My mom was the tie breaker for the debate and she said I could not carry a white purse in the fall/winter. I questioned her reason for saying no. She said….because it’s the rule. What rule? Who made up this rule? Is this an old person rule, because I’m not old! Folks, this is the perfect purse! THE PERFECT PURSE and it was on sale! I mean, how big of a deal is this no white after Labor Day?

SO Blogger World, I need your help. Can I carry this purse?

Happy Friday....

This morning I walked into my office to find an empty hallway and many empty offices. It’s Friday before Labor Day weekend. The last chance for people to escape town before summer ends. Today’s post is for all you that have to work like me; the ones who will be doing weekend chores instead of walking on the beach. My fellow worker bees, enjoy this picture, pretend it's you! And for all that is holy, please put down that Soft Scrub and do something fun!

When City Folk go to the Country

Blogger World, it has happened. I’ve crossed over to being a full time City Girl. There is no more Country Girl hidden in me. Yesterday, Sister #1, The Parents, and I were in Arkansas for a funeral. It was yesterday when I realized I’m a full time member of the City Girl Club. I’ve become one of those girls that wake up in a farm house and contemplate driving 55 minutes to the nearest Starbucks for Non-fat Chai. I’m one of the girls that have to use Clorox Bleach Wipes to disinfect everything before it is touched by my fingers. Also, I’m one of those girls who do not like bugs, the flying type of bugs, or mice. I’m not a fan of bugs or mice. I’ve turned into the girls from the movie Troop Beverly Hills, and I’ve never been to Beverly Hills!

Yesterday morning, my mom and Sister #1 were at my grandma’s house getting ready for the funeral. As we were getting ready Sister #1 yelled from the living room…Oh my gosh there’s a mouse! Of course, my mom went running in the living room to see the mouse. I was back in the bathroom applying my make-up when Sister #1 let out the cry for help. Instead of being a good sister and running to help, I grab my camera to document this whole situation. I just knew it would be blog worthy, and I didn’t want to get too close the mouse. Gross! I mean, don’t mice carry diseases and stuff? Yup, I needed to keep my distance from the mouse.

After a few minutes of searching my mom and Sister #1 couldn’t find the mouse, so everyone went back to their normal getting ready routine. I had just applied my second coat of mascara when Sister #1 yells….It’s back, the mouse is back! Again, I grab my camera and head to the living room. When I finally made it to the living room I managed to find my crazy-as-all-get-out family trying to killing the little mouse. Here’s what I witnessed when I entered the living room…Sister #1 was equipped with my grandma’s aluminum walking cane. My mom, who was dressed in a t-shirt and slip, was ready with the vacuum cleaner. My dad, who had just walked in the door, was ready for battle with a green ruffled umbrella. Yes, those three superheroes were going to kill this mouse.

Well, despite their awesome weapons they were unsuccessful to catch the mouse. But, they gave me a good laugh and some great pictures that I intended to post on this blog. Sadly, last night, I realized I did not have my memory card in my camera when I took the act shots. All those pictures are just on my camera, not on the memory card; and since I’m technology stupid they will just stay on my camera. I’m sorry. Please just imagine 3 adults trying to kill a mouse with a ruffle umbrella, walking cane, and the vacuum cleaner.

Also, this has nothing to do with this post but food lady just walked in with a cake, brownies, and muffins. This makes day 4 with all the food. I refuse to be sucked into her food trap. I will not eat a piece of cake. I will not eat a muffin, and I WILL NOT HAVE A FREAKIN’ BROWNIE. I WILL NOT!

Keepin' it real...

She's back!!! The baking lady has brought more treats. I swear! Today, we have a new batch of muffins, a white sheet cake, and another pie. Also, I just split my non-fat Chai all over my desk. Awesome start to the morning...awesome!