Does this blog make me look fat?: I went out on a limb....

And I'll be damned, the branch didn't break :)

So I decided I would ask out someone I happen to fancy for coffee, ( something I NEVER do, I'm rather painfully shy) and wouldn't you know it, he said yes. I've been thinking a lot lately and talking with my friends (and momma :) and I've really come to the conclusion that I need to take more risks, be a little bolder with life. This is the only one I've got, so I really need to make it mine. And I believe asking a very attractive man to coffee is a nice first step :)

I've been thinking of it for a while, and figured I needed to just do it, or I never would. So talking to a good friend of mine, (who give me a HUGE confidence/ego boost, assuring me anyone who would turn down any time with me must be insane) I finally found the stones to do it. And I did it.. Then, I played the waiting game. Well, it payed off this morning when I checked my phone at a VERY early workday with all hands on deck, and then announced to my whole store that my invitation was accepted.
I am SUCH a girl.

So, wish me well tomorrow, because I am VERY nervous. Not only am I painfully shy, did I also mention my wit flies out the window (screaming like it's being murdered, as fast as it can possibly go) when I get nervous? I guess that's why they say "Do one bold thing today, then run like Hell."
Pppffttt........ I got this ;)

And now, I will leave you with some words from the great Eddie Izzard, (which sums up the difference between the direction my mind is going and what actually comes out my mouth) and some pictures from the week. <3

"I had to chat up girls, and I'd only tagged them before. I didn't have the verbal power to be able to say, "Susan, I saw you in the classroom today. As the sun came from behind the clouds, a burst of brilliant light caught your hair, it was haloed in front of me. You turned, your eyes flashed fire into my soul, I immediately read the words of Dostoevsky and Karl Marx, and in the words of Albert Schweitzer, 'I fancy you.' " But no! At 13, you're just going, " 'Ello, Sue. I saw you in the room... I've got legs, have you? Oh yeah... Do you like bread? I've got a French loaf. [mimes smacking her with the loaf and dashing off] Bye! (I love you!)"