Welcome!

Welcome to my blog! This is my first post, obviously, and as much as I like to think I know what I'm doing, I clearly don't as this is my second time writing this because I wrote it all out and mysteriously lost it with an accidental swipe of my touch pad. Lesson learned: always save your work.

A few things to note right off the bat: spellling si hadr (see?) and I sometimes get phrases wrong, i.e. I once said "Let's nip it in the butt before it gets any worse", but everything is written with great intentions! I tend to overwrite, which makes tweeting impossibly difficult but I still do it ALL the time, and I also go on tangents (you'll probably see the word "sidebar" before a paragraph about something completely unrelated to the topic at hand many times throughout this blog.)  

My reasons behind writing this blog range from friends pushing me to share the crazy stories of my life (I'm looking at you Patti) to an irrational fear that I'm going to wake up one morning and not remember anything. I hope this blog is a combination of fun, sugar, spice and sparkle stemming from the ordinary and extraordinary events in my life, my musings on anything and everything, and random thoughts that float on by.

With that said, let's dive right in, shall we?

The Story Behind The Title

 This sign, currently in a Texas airport, shows how people are
supposed to use the sidewalk with a picture.
I'm pretty sure the sign I read back in the day did not have
a picture so clearly telling you what to do. Pretty sure.

Stand right, walk left. Seemingly a simple instruction read by travelers in airports before they board one of those moving sidewalks from the future that I think actually don't get you to the other end any faster than if you had just kept walking, but that's coming from a naturally fast walker. Anyway.

Flashback about 15 years (whoa). I'm around the age of 10 (probably younger) cute but "fresh as paint", as my mom never lets me forget, and have decided to accompany my dad to drop my mom off at the airport because she was heading to Florida for a business trip.

We enter the airps (abbreviation for airport stolen from "New Girl," one of my favoriteeeeee shows on television) and start heading to our gate, moving sidewalk from the future in sight. I see the sign, read "stand right, walk left" to myself. In my 10 year old (probably younger) brain, I read it as "stand right" as in stand right - as in stand straight up - and I completely neglected to register what "walk left" could have meant in relation to having good posture. So, cue me standing on the left side of the moving sidewalk, standing perfectly, with the best posture anyone has ever seen, so proud of myself for "standing right." This was a big deal for me! I was too lazy to stand up straight on a daily basis, so if there was ever a moment for me to have good posture, it was right now, here on this moving sidewalk from the future in front of people I'd never see again.

As I stood there, basking in the glory of good posture, I kept getting bumped into by people who were, well, walking left. Getting increasingly annoyed that people were knocking into me despite my a-mazing posture (I mean, how could they?! Couldn't they see I was standing RIGHT there?!), I looked to my parents in hopes that they would comment on my remarkable ability to stand so perfectly and say "It's such a shame that no one is noticing how beautifully you are standing" at which point I noticed my mom giving me a strange look. A kind of "what exactly are you doing" type of look - not a condescending motherly "what are you doing" but a more "I'm actually confused as to what you're doing" type of look. Sticking my nose up in the air to indicate that I was standing right, as she said, "Whaaaaaat are you doing standing on the left side, Lisa? Stand right (gesturing to the right side of what was now a stupid sidewalk), walk left."

At that point, it was too late for me to switch sides on the stupid sidewalk as we had reached the end (should have just walked). I tried explaining to my mom and dad what I thought the sign meant, defending my good posture, and they just looked at each other, both puzzled as how I could have missed the meaning of the sign. We continued on our journey to the gate, sent mom off to Florida, and that was it.

Moral of the story: most things have more than one meaning. In this case, I totally missed the actual meaning of the sign, BUT I like to think it was indicative of my tendency to think outside the box.

Keep on standing right, people.