It’s Been A Long, A Long Time Coming

Lately, I’m really into stretching myself. I’m taking risks and trying things I wouldn’t ordinarily try. Maybe it’s that I’m recognizing that growth (while hard) is a good thing; maybe it’s that I’m really enjoying life lately; maybe it’s the swiftly approaching three-oh. In the past year I bought a new car, asked out a guy I’ve been crushing on for a while, took several (some impromptu) road trips, blogged more, exercised more, significantly cut preservatives from my diet, got seriously serious about my relationship with God and much, much more.

What could possibly be left to do?” you may be asking. The answer is a lot! So much so, in fact, that it’s time to get organized.


A few months ago, my friend Allison told me about her 101 in 1001 project (aka the day zero project). Basically, it’s a list of things you want to accomplish in the next 2.75(ish) years. It’s taken a while, but I’ve compiled my list, and I’m adding a tab here to keep track of my progress and to hold me accountable. My official start date is next Friday, which gives me a little more time to really wrap my head around it all. Some of the things are silly, some are challenging, all should make for good stories and personal growth. One of the things is to challenge others to start their own list – so start thinking now: if you had a list of attainable goals for the next few years, what would be on it? It ought to make for an interesting next couple of years, and you all know how I love interesting. Wish me luck!

Just To See Him Smile, Makes My Life Worthwhile

Matthew Morrison (aka Will Schuester from Glee)! Where has this man been all my life? Sure, he started out in a Boy Band and on Broadway and so society would tell us that he’s probably gay, but I think he’s dreamy and delightful. He’s done a bit of television, a couple of films, and has a Tony nomination for goodness’ sakes.
Anyway, I watched Glee after getting home from church tonight and had one of those moments where I realized that I’m old. Not because I’m falling apart or I’ve developed a sudden taste for malt-o-meal or anything, but because Matthew Morrison and his delightful dimples are the highlight of this show for me. You know you’re old when you watch a show targeted to teenagers and find yourself crushing on the adults. I had the same reaction when I took some teenagers to 17 Again and mourned the fact that Matthew Perry didn’t have more screen time.
For those of you who missed Glee tonight, (and shame on you if you did…it’s amazing), the video’s posted below but the embedding has been disabled so you’ll have to go to youtube. (PS – I’m not saying this is my favorite new show of the season. That’s a sure fire way for it to get canceled – a la Pushing Daisies.)
In lieu of that, I’d like to show you a different video that I may be in love with even though it’s from one of my least favorite musicals because it features 2 of my loves.

You’re Gonna Find Out That Love’s Your Friend

Dear eHarmony,
Your commercial for the past few days to publicize your free weekend has said “what if the person you’re meant to be with is out there waiting for you?” All due respect, eHarmony, but I know for sure that the man I am meant to be with is NOT out there waiting for me.
I’m not saying he’s not on eHarmony. Heck, more than half of my single friends are on eHarmony, so if they’re any indication, the odds are good.
I’m also not saying that there’s not someone I’m “meant to be with.” While I feel like as Christians there’s a valid argument on either side of the one-person-for-everyone debate, I’m not going to take it up with you. It’s part of a bigger argument that really devolves into a whole predestination versus free-will debate, and I’m fairly certain you were trying to be romantic rather than ideologically profound.
It’s the “out there waiting for you” part I find objectionable. Really? “Out there waiting for you?” As if all single people are sitting around waiting to find a mate so that our real lives can start? I know that’s not how you meant it. I also know that those kind of single people do exist. We all know they exist. They’re giving the rest of us a bad reputation. That’s not really what I take objection to, either.
It’s just that if (and we’re back to that whole free will vs. predestination thing again) there is a man out there who’s meant for me, he’s not out there waiting for me. If he’s sitting around waiting at all, he’s not meant for me. If there’s a man out there meant for me, he’s making the most of this time we’re not together. He’s living his life to the fullest. He’s embracing all that life affords him. He’s fully cognizant of how God’s using him in this time of singleness. Someday, when and if we find one another, he’ll appreciate that I’ve been doing the same.
So eHarmony, I reject your premise that “the person I’m meant to be with is out there waiting” for me. If he’s out there waiting, he’s not for me. Your advertising team is going to have to come up with some other form of propaganda if you’re going to acquire my business.
Thanks for what you do. I have many a friend who’s come home with quite the tale after an outing with someone they met through you. You’ve provided quite the conversational fodder. So thank you for providing that service, if nothing else.
Most Sincerely,
Loni Fancher

We’re Gonna Have A Good Time


My 30th birthday is in two and a half months. Weird, right? Set aside that lately I feel like I’m Benjamin Buttoning through life, and it’s still odd.

This year, my birthday is on a Sunday. This is good because I am incapable of making decisions. I know, I know. I can be quite authoritative (some would say bossy) when I need to be. I also have the tendency to know what I want/like and go after it. However, when presented with multiple delightful possibilities, my favorite choice (if at all possible) is all of the above. I’m the girl that orders the sampler platter, makes mixed playlists, and packs 3 extra outfits because I don’t like to limit my options. Seriously friends, my commitment issues know no bounds.

Having a birthday on a Sunday means infinite party potential. Yippee!! Set your calendars now for Lonipalooza – November 20-22, 2009. The schedule is still tentative, but events so far include a night out on the town complete with drinks/dinner/jazz, and a 3rd…er…30th birthday party which brings us to the real reason for this post.

The 3rd…er…30th birthday party will include games, movies, toys, & food all targeted to our younger selves. In light of all that, my birthday wish is to fill my living room with ball pit balls. Can you imagine what it would be like to play in a ball pit as an adult? Without having to worry about the disgustingness normally associated with the public variety? I’m getting giddy just thinking about it.

It’s going to take about 25,000 balls to make my ball pit dream a reality – which means I need your help. I’m starting my ball pit ball collection now. If you’d like to be a part of this, or you just think it sounds awesome and would like to help, I’ll be accepting contributions of the brightly colored plastic orbs for the next several months.

Suggestions for acquiring ball pit balls:
1) toy stores – who knew?
2) stealing 1 ball at a time from public ball pits (note: I don’t condone this and you’re likely to contract some sort of childhood disease)
3) the internet has balls for sale in quantities ranging from 25 – 5000; get some friends to chip in and save some coin, but unless you’re using craigslist, you’ll have to pay for shipping
4) friends – parents of toddlers are DYING to rid their own homes of these balls; be the hero and take them off their hands
5) contribute funds – maybe you don’t want to go searching for balls on your own, but you find this hilarious; skip a latte or two and help a sister out HERE; just $5 provides 25 balls for a ball pit in need.

I’m happy to meet you somewhere to pick up your acquisitions, or find a college student or other friend to schlep them back to DFW from parts unknown. If you’d rather, though, feel free to ship them straight to me. (Email me for my address – posting it on the world wide web seems less than safe).

Some of you have asked what I’ll be doing with the balls after the party. I’m still working out those details, but current possibilities include ebay, craigslist, donating them to churches who could use them, and returning them to their original order. If you want your contribution returned to you – just let me know! 🙂 I’ll be storing the balls in my garage until the party. We share our double garage with our next door neighbors. How many balls do you think I’ll have to store back there before they start to ask questions?


OH!! I did my own calculations (volume = length x width x height…thank you 9th grade geometry) to figure out how many balls I’ll need after researching that it takes about 500 balls for every 8 cubic feet. It wasn’t until after I got home that I found this site online. If you’d like to follow my lead and build your own ball pit – here’s a site you may find helpful.

Friends to Know, Ways to Grow…

Today, I join my generation in mourning the loss of a formative part of our collective childhood.

Thank you for introducing us to the greatness of “Bea and Mr. Jones,” “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie,” “Miss Nelson is Back,” and “Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs.” You have been a dear friend to us all, and I suspect your loss will be reflected not only in our hearts but in our deteriorating culture in the years to come.

RIP Reading Rainbow 1983-2009

Stay On, Soon You’ll Be Divine

Do you ever get food cravings? They say that when we’re craving something it’s because out bodies are running low on a nutrient found it whatever it is we’re craving. That’s all well and good, but it doesn’t really explain chocolate cravings. I digress…

When I get cravings, more likely than not they’re for fresh fruits and vegetables. Most often, I crave crunchy things like apples or carrots, but for the last few days, it’s been tomatoes. I cannot get enough tomatoes, or tomato products, or stuff made with tomatoes. From raw tomatoes to ketchup, I think I’ve had tomato something with every meal since Sunday.

Tonight, I decided that selecting my dinner based food that could be a vehicle for ketchup consumption had to stop, so I made gazpacho. In France there was this great store that sold frozen food and they had ice cube sized servings of gazpacho in bags of 50 or so. Four or five cubes thawed out with a baguette and a glass of wine was dinner many a sweltering, air-conditioned free night.

I don’t have a baguette tonight (though learning to make those is definitely on my to-do list), but I think the fresh gazpacho will make up for it, don’t you? PS – I totally made enough to freeze some in ice cube trays. 🙂


Here’s the recipe:

In a blender or food processor combine 1 small red onion, 1 red bell pepper, 1 green bell pepper, 2 cucumbers (peeled), 2 cloves of garlic, 4 cups of tomato juice, 1 tbsp olive oil, 1 tbsp vinegar. Salt, pepper, and spice to taste. I added a dash of cumin, a little salt to heighten the flavors and a little Tabasco to give it a kick. Pour into a large bowl, cover and chill for at least 20 minutes to let the flavors meld. The longer it chills, the better it’ll taste. Yum!

Breeze It, Buzz It, Easy Does It

I’m not sure if you have to be a fan of musicals, technology, or just a member of generation x/y to get this, but I find it quite amusing. I had someone tell me the other day that facebook is the new bar (i.e. place where you meet/pick up people). Evidently CollegeHumor agrees.