As I am sure I have mentioned before, Scott and I are leaving for New Orleans tomorrow. Once again, I am ready for the vacation. Our tickets to the Sugar Bowl arrived by FedEx this past Saturday. Apparently they had been attempting to deliver them for a couple of days, and since no one ever uses the front door at Scott’s, he had not noticed the stickers on the door notifying him of the attempts. Saturday morning, Scott had to work and I was at his house alone sleeping in. About 10:00am the dogs start going crazy and there is a knock at the door. I scramble out of bed and quickly throw on something that is respectable enough to go to the door in. I go to the back door first, since that’s where most people come and realize that no, the person is at the front door. I run out just as the FedEx guy is about to drive off. Luckily, he sees me and stops. As he steps out of the truck, his foot lands directly in a deep hole hurdling him head over feet through the front yard. I manage to stifle my laughter and ask if he is okay. Though embarrassed, he is not hurt. I sign for the tickets and get back into the house quickly before I explode with laughter. Then, I proceed to call several people and relate the story so they can laugh too. Over the next couple of days, I continue to tell the story to more people and enjoy a good laugh at the expense of the poor FedEx guy.
Bad idea.
Christmas Eve. Scott and I are getting ready in a hurry so we can make it to both of our families Christmas festivities. He’s upstairs at my house finishing getting ready and I go ahead and start down the stairs. Hearing my heels on the wooden stairs… ‘clunk, clunk, clunk,’ as I go down, Scott calls “Be careful” from upstairs. No more had the words gotten out of his mouth when “KABOOM!” Luckily I was only two or three steps from the bottom so I didn’t have far to fall. I turned my ankle a little and bruised my butt and palm which took most of the weight when I fell. Karma. It really is a bitch.
Then, yesterday I called in sick to work. I had been to Valley for Christmas with Scott’s cousin Chris who had just gotten in town. When I woke up, the rumbling and sloshing sounds in my stomach were a clear indicator that it would NOT be a pleasant hour drive to work. So, I stayed at Scott’s not feeling well and sleeping in. When I got up after lunch time, I was pretty hungry and decided it should be safe to eat by now.
For those of you who have never been to Scott’s allow me to explain first. Next to the stove, the cabinets are high like the ones that would go over a refrigerator (although the refrigerator is on the other side of the room). So, I’m stirring pasta and cooking at the stove, and stop to go to the bathroom which is directly around the corner. WHAM! I catch the very corner of the end cabinet right above my temple. And I did not catch it softly. I saw stars and was dizzy. I thought for a moment that I might have given myself a concussion.
Today, I am fine but my head is extremely sore in that whole general area. Every time I glance in the mirror I expect that whole side of my head to be black and blue. But not yet. So I am expecting the bruises to appear just in time to look great in all of our New Orleans pictures.
So, all I have to say is I am sorry that I laughed at the FedEx man. When will I ever learn about this karma business?
Here are just a few reasons why I desperately need this vacation...
I bought the exact same Christmas gift for my mother twice in the same week.
I mailed out 60+ Christmas cards out with the WRONG return address on them. (My house number is actually '2041' for anyone that got one.)
I split my favorite pants last night getting in Scott's Jeep.
I bit into a bone in my cheeseburger at lunch on Wednesday and thought I had broken my tooth. Fortunately, I did not.
I busted my tail on a project at work, only to find out there was already a template they wanted to use… and was told there was no sense in me "recreating the wheel."
I discovered that I had made a major miscalculation in my checkbook and have far less spending money for the trip to Gatlinburg than I previously thought.
I spilled, yet another, full glass of tea in my car… this time in the driver's seat as I was getting out.
I have apparently completely lost a gift that I bought Scott for Christmas. It was only a gag gift so it is not that big of a deal, but just the point!
The "Service Engine Soon" light is coming on in my car nearly every day, and I am just waiting for the excitement of finding out what breaks next!
I got my eyebrows and lip waxed so I would "feel purdy" on the trip. My skin had a bad reaction to the wax or the lotion and I have broken out a rash across my forehead and lip. So much for feeling "purdy."
We are playing the "Guess Who is Who?" with baby pictures at our company Christmas party this year. I finally remembered to bring mine in and I thought I would post it here too just for fun. I think they will probably guess that its me by the eyes if nothing else. What do you think?
It's funny how the time passes. This week has seemed to go by so slowly. I have so much to look forward to in the upcoming weeks, so I just want this one to be over! Next Friday, Scott and I are leaving for Gatlinburg and staying in a cabin with Jennifer and Justin. Scott and I will have been dating for 5 months (feels like much longer) next week and I think that's a good excuse to do some celebrating while we are there! Also, I haven't been to Gatlinburg in years and I have never been at Christmas time when all the lights are up. I am hoping that there is at least one snow flurry while we are there. Not enough snow to keep us from going out, but enough to enjoy. I thought when I moved to Alabama after living in Ohio and Maine that I would never want to see snow again… but I do miss it.
Then, the next week is Christmas. I have been buying presents since Halloween and it has been killing me to keep them hidden and not give them early (except a couple which I did give early). I'm really looking forward to this Christmas. The holidays last year were so hard on me. I was single and living alone for the first time. Don't get me wrong, I always love to spend time with my family during the holidays but it still felt pretty lonely not to have a significant other to share it with. This year… not so much. I have really enjoyed putting up the tree and taking pictures and sending cards with Scott. (If you've given me your address, expect your card in the next few days.) He's not a scrooge like most of the guys I've dated and he's happy to help me put up lights and watch silly Christmas movies. He's so great. Its so much fun to sneak around buying, wrapping and hiding Christmas gifts. I can't wait to give him all the things I've gotten.
Then the next week, we will be going to New Orleans for several days. The main reason for the trip, of course, is to go to the Sugar Bowl to see Georgia play Hawaii. But we plan to do some sight seeing while we are there as well. And I have no idea what we'll be doing when we ring in the new year, but I'm excited to be spending it there. The only time I have ever been to NOLA, it rained the entire day and the Essence Festival was going on so it was a madhouse. I'm looking forward to having the time to shop around and do all the things I want to do. If anyone has any suggestions for places we should go or things we should see while we are there, feel free to let us know!I hope everyone else is doing well and feeling as great as I am right now! It's almost Christmas!!
I just wanted to share (even though it’s a little late)! This is my birthday cake from Scott. No one has ever gotten me a birthday cake but my parents, so it was pretty special to me. Thanks again, baby!
This is my sister-in-law, future professional whistle pop player! For those of you who aren't from around here, that is the Auburn fight song she is playing:
Though I have never been what I would call a huge football fan, I have always been an Auburn fan. I don't know exactly how it happened because my father is a big Alabama fan and went to the University in the days of Bear Bryant. But I went to Auburn University Montgomery and even though they have a different mascot etc., I've always leaned toward Auburn. This season has been very different. For those of you who know Scott at all, I don't have to explain how huge of a Georgia Bulldog fan he is. I have never seen someone who is so devoutly dedicated to a football team. What he drives, the decoration of his house and even his entire wardrobe reflects this year round. So, being around him so much this football season, I have found myself cheering along side, wearing Georgia shirts and jerseys, facial stickers and all sorts of things.
So, I have come to a dilemma. Next weekend, Scott and I are going to the Georgia vs. Auburn game in Athens together. Last night while we were shopping in Wal-Mart, he picked up a Georgia purse and said, "If I got this for you, would you carry it?"
Without a second thought, I replied "Of course. It would be great to put our cell phones and wallets and things in next week for the game." It wasn't until he looked at me funny that I realized what I was saying. I was going to carry a Georgia purse to the Auburn vs. Georgia game?
I have always criticized girls who "convert" and pull for a different team just because their boyfriend or husband does. I have even been known to call them traitors. But now, I find myself wanting to do the same. And its not that I want to pull for Georgia just because Scott does. That's not the point even a little bit. I think that because I have spent so much time with him, watched so many games with him, and listened to how enthusiastically he talks about the coach, the players and the University, that I have grown an attachment to them myself.
I have watched countless Auburn football games and I have always been passionate about wanting them to win. But I have never been able to name players other than the quarterback. This year, its the same. But I can name several Georgia football players by name right off the top of my head, even down to the kicker! (Maybe it's because I think Coutu is funny looking, but that's beside the point.) I absolutely love to watch Knowshon Moreno plow down the field, get the crap knocked out of him, leap back to his feet and even pull his opponents to their feet. That kid is incredible to watch.
That being said... I haven't yet decided what I will do for the game. I have another week to decide. I do know which way I am leaning, so if you happen to see any pictures of me at the game sporting a Georgia jersey, try not to give me too hard of a time about it. So for now, War Eagle!? Or Go Dawgs!?
I am such a kid! I love Halloween and playing dress up, and yes, carving pumpkins! I try to do something different every year. Scott and I carved one last night and I have one more to do later. Here's the one from last night:
So, I'm a redhead now. I've never been a redhead before. I was kind of shocked at first, but I'm really starting to like it. I think being with Scott has made me more confident and made me brave enough to try something drastic with my hair. I've always wanted to try red, but just never had the nerve. I got it done Saturday morning before I was to be a bridesmaid in a wedding. Then that night we went out dressed up in our costumes. Here are a couple of pictures from that night.
I've been obsessed with Post Secret for a long time now. I discovered a new one today. The creator is on tour with the creator of Post Secret. I have no idea why I find this sort of thing intriguing, but I do. Especially found notes and photos. I hope everyone else enjoys it: Found Magazine
Also, someone e-mailed this to me today and I had to post it on here:
Today, I was invited to a friend’s Halloween party. I immediately got on the internet and started looking for good costume ideas. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I’d better double check and make sure that this Halloween party is in fact a costume party. There is a very good reason why I thought of it.
When I was in junior high, my best friend at the time (Amber) and I decided to get good costumes for the Halloween Dance at school. She went as Cleopatra, so we sprayed her hair black and did crazy eye makeup. I went as Peter Pan and even painted all my nails green. We arrived at the dance to find that we were the ONLY two people wearing costumes. As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, I forgot my hat with a feather in it. Allow me to remind you that I am nearly six feet tall and have been since before I was in junior high. So, without my hat… everyone thought that I was dressed at the Jolly Green Giant. People were coming up to me all night saying “Ho ho ho! Green Giant!” This was before the days of everyone having a cell phone, so there was no calling mom to come back and get us. We just had to stick it out and wait until the dance was over.
To top it off, I couldn't find green nail polish so I used an acrylic paint on my nails which I thought would remove easily with nail polish remover. Wrong. I had green stained finger and toe nails for weeks and so, continued to be called the Green Giant.
This is not a mistake that I wish to repeat. I confirmed. It IS a costume party and I WILL NOT be Peter Pan.
The trip to Nashville this past weekend was GREAT! Even the drive there and back was nice. Scott and I don't always have a lot of time to just sit and talk without distractions so the five hour drive was a good chance to do some catching up. We went up to visit his cousin, Chris and his chilren, Sadie and Brighton. We had a blast. We spent one night out in downtown Nashville, went to the Georgia vs. Vanderbilt game, the Parthenon at Centennial park, and various other things.
Click the picture below to view the album from the trip. (I find it more convenient to 'View as a slideshow')
Also, here is a video that I took while we were walking around downtown Nashville. That's Scott you can hear laughing and saying "Go Dawgs!" while barking at people passing by. Priceless.
My office is on the corner of a long hall, very close to the breakroom and the bathroom. Luckily for me. Last week, I dressed really nice because I had a business meeting at lunch with a potential freelance client. He was an attorney driving in from Tuscaloosa to meet with me about a project and I thought it best that I spiff up a little bit and look professional. I wore one of my favorite outfits: a red wrap top and a black skirt with red flowers on it.
The meeting went great and I agreed to do the job. Afterwards, I went to the bathroom then headed back to my desk to work. I walked down the hall past several co-workers and into my office past the fellow I share an office with. As I went to sit down, I reached back to smooth my skirt against me and to my horror... felt nothing but ASS. My skirt had gotten tucked in my panties!
I have heard of this happening to people and always laughed thinking “Wouldn’t you feel the draft?” Apparently not. There is no telling how many of my co-workers saw my butt that day. So far they have all been polite enough not to say.
Update: I posted this blog yesterday and then left the office for a doctor's appointment. I was wearing the same outfit. I did it again. I walked through the crowded lobby and busy parking lot before a woman honked her horn at me and said "Ma'am, your skirt is up in the back." Of course the other women in the car with her were laughing hysterically. I can't blame them... I would have to. I think I should not wear that skirt anymore.
I know that most of my fellow bloggers already read this because of Lioux/Damn You Dan. But I just realized that I have never posted a link to it myself. I am completely addicted to this site. I go at least once a week and have read all of the books. I didn't actually buy the books but spent several hours in a Barnes in Nobles reading every page and drinking a cappuccino. But I just wanted to try to introduce some new people to the world of Post Secret. It's incredible... sometimes very sad and sometimes very moving. I hope you all enjoy as much as I do.
Gay title, I know. I couldn't think of anything better for the moment. I haven't blogged in so long. It's mostly because I can't get on MySpace at work anymore, and after spending the whole day in front of the computer at work, I don't much feel like getting on here at night. But tonight, I'm home alone and just thinking. I also haven't had too much to blog about. I haven't fallen down any stairs, nearly knocked down my house with some hair-brained home renovation project or locked myself out of my car or house lately. It's kind of odd actually... for things to feel semi-normal. I finally feel like I sort of "fit" where I am. I don't know if its because Scott's as crazy as I am... or if he's just normal enough that it balances me out, but I know that I am happier right now than I have been for as long as I can remember. I've been spending so much time with him at his house, that it almost feels weird to be home alone. I'm sure it helps that all of my friends are so happy too. Everyone is either getting engaged, getting married or preparing to start a family. It's exciting. I'm just knocking on wood (knock, knock) that this trend of happiness continues.
I have always loved weird flowers. Before I bought my house, I lived in an apartment in this neighborhood. I used to walk my dog around all over the neighborhood to check out other people's flowers. There was one in particular that I always said I would plant in my yard... whenever I had my own yard. Well, now I do and I just happened to buy a house with two of the trees in the yard. They are Angel's trumpets and I just love them. The blossoms hang downward and I've never seen any other flower quite like it. One of the trees is blooming right now and I just wanted to share.
Saturday, Scott had invited some people over to watch football at his house on his new tv. He was frustrated that he'd not had time to mow the grass during the week and he had to work on Saturday. So, I decided I would surprise him and mow his yard while he was at work. I checked the weather report and it wasn't going to be too hot so I figured, why not?
I got out there and cranked the mower with no problem. I made the first ring around the yard and cut too close to the back porch. Wham! I hit the concrete and the mower chokes off. I flip it to the side to confirm that I have bent the blade. It's bent so bad that its digging into the ground.
So, I find a wrench and take off the blade. I stand on it, thinking just maybe I can bend it back into place. No go. So I get in the car and head to the hardware store to find a replacement blade. I found one that matched but asked a salesperson to confirm that it would work. He looks it over and agrees that it is the right size. I explain that its my boyfriend's new mower and that I was trying to surprise him and managed to tear it up. He laughed hysterically. At least I made his day. But he did tell me to tell Scott that his wife wouldn't even TOUCH a lawn mower and that he should hang on to a woman that was even willing to help. I made sure to tell him.
So maybe those flowers weren't for nothing after all?
Every girl loves to get flowers. But the best kind are the ones that you get for no reason. And when I say ‘no reason’ I mean that it’s not your birthday, Valentine’s Day or an anniversary. I’m talking about the kind of flowers that are just to say “I appreciate you.” It doesn’t matter what kind or color they are, they are always the most beautiful. I’m still getting used to having someone who constantly reminds me how much he appreciates me and what I do for him. He’s amazing and I only hope he knows how much I appreciate him as well.
I ran out of gas again last night… at the Franklin/Tuskegee exit. It was a mess! I walked half a mile to the exit to find out there was NOTHING! A repo-man driving a tow truck picked me up, took me to a gas station and then took me back to my car. On the way back to my car, we saw a tow truck picking up what I thought was MY CAR. So the entire way there, I’m panicking, thinking that my car has been impounded and Jennifer is calling every minute to make sure I haven’t been hacked into small pieces by this stranger. Thank God the car was still there. When I started to pour the gas into my car, it went all over my feet instead because there was a big crack in the nozzle. Luckily for me, my repo-man was thoroughly prepared and had a large funnel I could use. Poor fella! He even followed me to the next exit to make sure I made it and gave me his number in case it ever happened in his area again (LOL!). When I finally got gas in my car and got back on the road, I got lost trying to find Niffers to pick up Scott. They were closing and had already turned off the lights so I kept driving past it. Of course, he was a bit inebriated and was mad because the bartender wouldn’t serve him a drink at 10:27 when they don’t close until 10:30. Apparently they were very rude to him and he was pretty ticked off about it. So he was not the least bit sympathetic to what all I had been through.
So, I didn’t sleep at all last night and I have a pounding headache. I’m waiting for the morning mail to come in to see if there is important things in it for me to post on the website. When that’s done… I am out of here!
I barely slept Sunday night. So I woke feeling pretty crappy on Monday morning and made the drive home from Valley. I get home about the time I would normally be getting up for work. So I get in the shower... and am attacked by a weird looking lizard. Well, maybe not attacked but he did jump on me. Not a pleasant surprise in the shower. I finish showering managing to stay on the other side of the tub from the lizard. I go get my clothes out of the dryer (also known as how Amy irons her clothing). The pants are hot and a little snug from drying. I do the typical "stretch out your pants" bend and hear a ripping sound. Great. The whole seam of the butt of my pants split wide open. There is no time to "iron" another pair of pants so I just go with the wrinkles.
Work was typical. I told my co-workers about my morning and they all got a good laugh. I fought sleep all day. I found out late in the afternoon that I would also be working until close at American Eagle. Great. So I go straight home, eat a quick bite, change clothes and head out... the following is a re-enactment of how my day got worse.
Yes, I just whacked right into the car that was parked at the end of my driveway. Totally didn't see it there. Had to knock on the neighbors doors to find out who's car it was. Had to stand in the rain and wait for a cop to come do the accident report. Was late to work. It was an overall GREAT day. Today can only be better.
The following video was made by a couple of Auburn students. They never imagined what a success it would be. Read the article below! I also included the lyrics cause I had trouble understanding some of it myself. ENJOY!
Teixeira tribute hits the airwaves
By Mike Tankersley
A few weeks ago, a couple of self-described average college kids were fooling around on the guitar, and now -- to their amazement -- they have a cult following.
And the best is yet to come.
Tyler Crawford and Andrew Hall, who have been roommates at Auburn University for about a month, sat down one night in early August and, off the top of their heads, wrote a tribute to Mark Teixeira, a player the Atlanta Braves acquired July 31, the major league trading deadline.
For a lark, they decided to write a song about the new player. It took about 30 minutes.
"Once we wrote the first line," Crawford said, "the rest of it kind of just came to us."
Crawford and Hall recorded the song onto the voice mail of Hall's cell phone so they wouldn't forget the tune.
"We couldn't stop laughing," Crawford said.
A few days later, they borrowed a camera with a video function, and in about four takes produced a video. They first posted it to Facebook.com, then a day later put it on YouTube.com.
"We only posted it so our friends could see it," said Crawford, who strums the guitar throughout the catchy song that so far is titled simply "Mark Teixeira Tribute."
"We were just goofing around," Hall added. "We thought our friends would get a kick out of it."
What followed amazed Crawford and Hall.
Michael Brouder, director of marketing and on-air promotions for SportSouth/FSN South in Atlanta, discovered the video.
"It made the rounds in the office, and we thought it was great," Brouder said.
He got an idea. The video, he thought, might be a creative way to pump excitement into the network's late-season Braves broadcasts.
Brouder tracked down the students through You- Tube.com.
"I actually created my own YouTube account to send them an e-mail," he said.
In the e-mail, Brouder asked Hall and Crawford if they wanted their video seen "by 11 million viewers in the Southeast."
Hall and Crawford were blown away.
"Fifteen minutes later, we heard from them," Brouder said.
SportSouth played a clip from their video during Sunday night's game. Teixeira followed the act in style, slamming a pair of two-run homers. TBS, which also carries Braves games on TV, also played some of the song.
The fuse had been lit.
"At first, there were maybe two comments and 100 hits," said Crawford, who hails from Chelsea. "We were watching it on YouTube and we thought it was so cool so many people had watched it."
By the end of the weekend, more than 47,000 people had viewed the video. That number had ballooned to 56,000 by Monday night.
"It's really blown up," said Hall, an Athens native.
Hall and Crawford are realistic. They know the song won't bring them a fortune. But the effort has produced plenty of excitement.
Today they'll record the song at the SportSouth/FSN South studio in Atlanta. The plan was for the two to record the song again for use in the Atlanta pregame show, "Braves Live," before tonight's game at Cincinnati.
But Jeff Genthner, Senior Vice President and General Manager for FSN South, has other ideas.
"If they nail it in rehearsal," Genthner said Monday, "we're going to have them play it live. Hey, the Braves play baseball live, not live on tape."
To say Genthner loves the song is an understatement.
"When I saw it, I immediately thought, this is what SportSouth is," Genthner said. "It's two guys sitting on a couch singing a homemade song about the Braves.
"It has catchy lyrics. These guys are really talented."
SportSouth already has turned the video into two on-air promotions that began airing during Monday night's Braves telecast. (FSN South and SportSouth are both owned by Fox).
On Aug. 31, as guests of the team, Hall and Crawford will perform the song live in the plaza at Turner Field before the Mets-Braves game. And they'll get to meet Teixeira.
"We're the filler act for when they switch sets for the bands," Hall said. "I mean, we've got just the one song."
Hall and Crawford aren't taking themselves too seriously. But they're enjoying the moment.
"This really is a dream," said Hall, who is engaged to Crawford's sister, Emily. "This is one of those things where you just have to take advantage of where it takes you.
"And if all we get out of it is playing the song at Turner Field and playing it once at SportSouth, well, I figure it's a story we can tell for the rest of our lives."
LYRICS: VERSE 1 Four and a half games back and I don't Te-care-a You know why we got Mark Teixeira Got a new Braves jersey that I'm gonna wear-a And written on the back is Mark Teixeira The Mets are scared cause their lead's gonna narr-a They're lookin' over their shoulder at Mark Teixeira
Chorus: We got Fred McGriff back in '93 Hampton's out cause of injury Schuerholz smiles cause he is happy and Bobby says, "Let's go Mark T."
The National League it just ain't fair-a The Atlanta Braves got Mark Teixeira Chipper and Andruw make a mighty nice pair-a Let's make it a trio add Mark Teixeira A side effect is mild hysteria The medical reason is Mark Teixeira
Chorus
Bridge: Scott Thorman stinks and Julio is old What did Shuerholz do? Must've sold his Sooouuulll
Pitchers beware cause he's gonna scare ya Throw him a strike now if you dare-a He could probably steal on Yogi Berra(NOT Yogi Bear-a) Biggest thing in Georgia since Scarlet O'Hara If I were a woman I'd probably Marry ya.
Yeah, it’s Monday. I went to Biloxi this weekend with Scott, Jennifer and Justin. Scott and I were so tired that when we got home at 6:30 pm, we went straight to sleep. And we slept pretty solid until he had to get up early this morning to go to work.
Yet, somehow I’m still tired. Tired enough that my brain is apparently not functioning properly. I was going to stop by the little shop at the end of my road and pick up a croissant for breakfast, but discovered that it was closed. So, I detoured over to the McDonald’s across the street. I ordered, pulled up to the first window and paid. Then… drove away. I didn’t realize until I got to work, that I failed to stop at the second window and actually receive the food that I just paid for. I’m really not sure how I did that. I could try to blame it on all the kids around me that were walking to school or the fact that I was laughing at Rick and Bubba going on and on about the trooper’s “Take Back Our Highways” crap. But not today… today I think its just me and that my brain is still in Biloxi mode. It didn’t want to be back in work mode. So I aalready warned my co-workers that my stomach will be growling in our Monday morning meeting.
This weekend was so productive! I decided that since Scott had to work on Saturday, that I would find myself something productive to do while he was gone. I just cleaned up a little and got him some new bedding. He works so much that he just doesn't have time to do things like that for himself. Well, I jumped started something and we were inspired to do even more.
We spent Sunday renovating the master half bath. We painted the walls a deep red. We pulled up the carpet and put down the old-fashioned black and white checkered vinyl floor. It made an incredible difference in there in just one day. And I think it's awesome that we survived "Extreme Makeover: Valley Edition" without even arguing. I think that's a pretty good relationship test!
There was only one catastrophe… and it was a typical Amy event. I was putting the second coat of paint on the walls while Scott was outside getting ready to cut the grass. And being the nosy person that I am, while standing on the seat of the toilet, I peeked out the bathroom window to see what he was doing. I managed to knock over a large jar candle that was lit on the tank of the toilet. And of course, it poured hot wax down one leg and then landed on my toe. Luckily, it wasn't hot enough to scald me, but my toe was purple and bleeding. So I start to scramble and clean it up so that I won't have to be embarrassed and tell him what I had done. No such luck. He heard the banging all the way outside and came in to see if I was ok and caught me covered in blue candle wax and bleeding. So, he decided it was probably best (and safer) for him to pull up the carpet. I went to get a hammer out of the tool box to get up carpet tacks. Well, I didn't know that it was a "McGyver" hammer that converts into a screw driver. The head of the hammer fell off… and you guessed it, landed right on the same toe! So, Scott made me sit on the edge of the bed where he could see me with an ice pack on my toe. He said he would be able to get more work done if he wasn't worried about me injuring myself. Go figure!
Once the carpet was up, I was in charge of putting down the new tiles. After the incidents so far, he was kind of nervous about leaving me alone with a utility knife. Progress was moving right along and I got up to get some more tiles. When I sat back down, I sat right on a screw driver… which didn't really hurt but it surprised me so I yelled Ouch! And of course he came running… he just knew I'd cut myself! Poor Scott! I'm going to make him a nervous wreck! I'm just so excited that things are going so well with me and him. I never saw this coming but I couldn't be happier about it!
I don't think I have ever seen a serious portrait of my family. There is probably a good reason. My parents just got back from visiting mom's family in North Carolina. They took some pictures to bring back to me and siblings since we couldn't go. This is one of my mom's brother, Uncle Biggie, saying hello and he misses us:
Yes, I said Biggie... until I was about 10 I didn't know that Biggie wasn't his real name. I also have an Uncle Skeeter and an Uncle Alphas if that tells you anything? I also have a picture of my grandmother on a four-wheeler giving the same expression. If we can't see each other very often, the least we can do is send each other entertaining pictures.
I love you guys and I miss you!!
Update: After my mom read this post, she gave me a few other bits of funny information. Apparently Uncle Alphas' (who is related by marriage) name on his birth certificate was actually... brace yourself for this... Alphas Omega. He later had it changed. I can't imagine why?
Last night was great! I went to the Wesson's and learned how to play Bunko. I wasn't sure that I understood everything but as soon as the game started I picked it up. I can't wait to play again and I'll be sure to bring my own drinks next time so I won't be too shy to scream "Big Bunko!"
I've also moved to a new project on my house. I recently acquired a Woodchuck Cider sign from my favorite bar. It inspired me to finally finish taking down the wallpaper in my kitchen and decorate around the sign. So far all I have done is paint the top half of the walls a dark green, but it already looks so much better than the icky teapot wallpaper that was up there. Is it sad that I am so excited about decorating my kitchen in a beer theme? Who cares! I love it!
It's been a loooong week and I'm so glad its Friday! I'll be dipping out of work a little early today since its completely dead around here. I've gotten so much accomplished with everyone gone to the annual meeting. So I think I deserve to be able to leave early!
Overall, I just feel GREAT! I'm smiling and laughing all the time and I look forward to every day… which unfortunately has not always been the case. Hmm… wonder what could be making me feel like this? :)
I had trouble getting to sleep last night even though I was physically exhausted. I am doggy sitting for my parents while they are visiting my Grandma in North Carolina. One of the dogs is actually mine and she's used to visiting me, but the other one really doesn't seem to like being in a strange house. She whined constantly all night long. Anybody who knows me, knows that I am an extremely light sleeper and I can't sleep through any kind of noise. So, I tossed and turned miserably all night.
So, when the alarm went off (it didn't have to wake me up) I drug myself out of bed. Of course, the doggies who I know didn't sleep all night are up and dancing around wanting their morning treats. Funny how chipper they are considering all the whining that went on all night. I get ready and leave the house a few minutes early to stop by somewhere for breakfast… since there is absolutely nothing to eat or drink in my house. I start to roll through the intersection in front of my house… please note, I do not have a stop sign but the other direction does. Does he stop? Does he look both ways? Does he even pause for a brief moment? Hell no! He almost plows right into the side of me and its not until I lay on my horn that he even realizes that I am there. I say a few choice words although I know he can't hear me and then continue on my way. I stop for breakfast and then head toward work. On Madison, a nice little sporty car is backing out of his driveway and at a pretty fast speed for reverse. Does he pause at the end of the driveway to make sure it is clear before he pulls out? Hell no! He backs out right in front of me while I'm doing 45. Luckily there are two lanes and I am able to swerve around him, again saying a few more choice words.
So, I finally arrive at work to find our e-mail is down. This is nothing for me to panic about, but to all of the people who are leaving the office very shortly to head to the annual meeting, this is apparently cause for widespread panic. I have only been out of bed for about an hour and all of this has already happened. I really want to just go home and get back in bed!! So, someone please give me something to smile about today!
Yes, I know I haven’t blogged in a while. It has not been due to lack of material, but lack of time to type it all. Our annual meeting is the end of this week and the office has been a madhouse. Everyone packs up and heads down to Point Clear, Alabama for the meeting tomorrow and things will settle down for me after that.
Other than that, things are going great! I’m happier than I have been in a really long time. I feel like I have finally gotten out from under a certain little black cloud that has been following me for years. I only have myself to blame for letting it follow me for so long, but I have a certain someone to thank for helping me find my way out of it. I finally saw the light and realized that I deserved so much better than the crap I had been dealing with. I’m finally figuring out what I want out of life and it feels incredible.
Ok… enough with the mushy stuff. I know everyone only reads my blogs to hear what stupid things I’ve done lately. So here goes one...
Well, I stayed in Valley last night (which for those of you who don’t know is about an hour from me and is on Eastern time). If I leave at the same time as Scott I can make it home about the time I would normally be getting up and get ready for work… which works out pretty nicely. But this morning, when I went to leave, my purse was no where to be found! I dug through my car and looked around his house, but nope. Not there. So the problem with that is, I don’t have enough gas to make it home and no means to get any without my purse. Luckily, I noticed it was missing BEFORE Scott left for work. I really don’t think he knew quite what he was getting into when he decided to get involved with me, but I'm sure he is figuring it out very quickly. He had to follow me to the gas station to loan me money and I made him late for work! Poor guy! I hope he already knew what a mess I am and expected nothing less from me.
So, thank you, baby for not leaving me stranded! Bear with me! This is probably the first of many. But I’m glad you got to be my hero this time!
I feel so loved! And I don’t mean in the romantic sense. I mean in the sense that I have some really great friends. The past year started out pretty rough for me. I went through a really bad break up, got adjusted to a new job, bought my first house, lived alone for the first time… really just learned to be an adult. Some of it was pretty tough. But the best thing by far that has come out of this past year are the friends that I have made along the way.
I am a firm believer in the fact that everything happens for a reason. Thanks to Jennifer, I met Kelly at a time in my life when I needed her the most. I have done some really stupid things since I’ve known her and she has always been there for me to help me pick myself back up. She’s never judgemental or hypocritical, just always supportive. I’m not sure what I would have done this year without her. A year doesn’t seem like that long, but sometimes I feel like we’ve known each other forever… especially when we seem to always finish each others sentences.
Through Kelly I have also been introduced to a lot of other great people. I realized on the way home from Auburn this weekend just how lucky I am. I spent the weekend with a group of people who don’t care where you work, how much money you make, how you dress, how much you weigh or any of that kind of trivial stuff. They only care that you are a good person and you are fun to be around. I had the best time because I could just be myself for once. I am the happiest I have been in a very long time and I think I am finally just comfortable with who I am and with the people I am choosing to spend my time with. It’s a really great feeling!
Thanks for this weekend you guys! You know who you are and I love you all!
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Today at lunch, my mom, sister and niece came to my house to eat with me. While we were sitting around the table talking and eating it started to thunder. My sister decided she would run out to the car before it started raining and grab her cigarettes so she could smoke under my covered front porch. As soon as she made it out the door, the bottom fell out and it started to pour. She called from the car and I of course answered saying “ha ha ha ha ha!” She said she was going to stay out there till the rain slowed down a bit. The thunder was booming right over our heads, and shortly after, I got this text message from her:
“That shit was close!”
She came running in when it slowed for a minute and I heard her scream when I big boom sounded overhead as she ran to the front door. Of course, she was soaked and I was laughing hysterically. But of course, I failed to remember that it was also pouring on my car. Which has a hole in the soft top. Which is right over the driver’s seat. Which means that my butt got completely soaked on the way back to work. Man I hate karma!
Those of you who were around me last summer, know that I got completely hooked on So You Think You Can Dance. I was rooting for Benji (who did win) from the day of his audition. I watched the show just to see him dance every week. This season, I didn't think I would be interested in watching because Benji would be gone. WRONG! Benji's sister Lacey is on this season and she is great. The dance she did with her partner last night gave me chills and even made me tear up. Now, thats a powerful dance. It was a beautiful interpretation of an incredible song.
It touched me, so I wanted to share. So, here's the lyrics to the song and the video:
Dancing by Elisa Time is gonna take my mind and carry it far away where I can fly The depth of life will dim my temptation to live for you If I were to be alone silence would rock my tears 'cause it's all about love and I know better How life is a waving feather
So I put my arms around you around you And I know that I'll be leaving soon
My eyes are on you they're on you And you see that I can't stop shaking No, I won't step back but I'll look down to hide from your eyes 'cause what I feel is so sweet and I'm scared that even my own breath Oh could burst it if it were a bubble And I'd better dream if I have to struggle
So I put my arms around you around you And I hope that I will do no wrong My eyes are on you they're on you And I hope that you won't hurt me
I'm dancing in the room as if I was in the woods with you No need for anything but music Music's the reason why I know time still exists Time still exists Time still exists Time still exists
So I put my arms around you around you And I hope that I will do no wrong My eyes are on you they're on you And I hope that you won't hurt me
So, for the last couple of days I have gotten messages and friend requests on MySpace from some really strange people. Today especially, I got several friend requests from people named "Trample Me" and "Stomp Me Flat." And I know I have big feet and all, but I couldn't figure out how in the world the Montgomery area foot fetish community had gotten me on their list!!
Then I realized... my new default picture was of my feet in the sand! Well, duh... that must have done it!! So, no more feet picture for me and maybe that will keep some of the freaks away.... the creepy ones anyway.
I am having SUCH a great day! One of the greatest feelings is to be told by a complete stranger that they think you are beautiful... especially when you think that person is attractive as well. I had been feeling pretty bad lately and that was exactly what I needed. So, I am on cloud nine today! Somebody join me up here!
At the beginning of Friday, I thought this was going to be a really crappy weekend. I thought I was going to have to work at AE on both Friday and Saturday night. But I got a phone call from my manager in the afternoon telling me that I wouldn't be needed either night. So, I decided to make dinner plans with Kelly and drive to Auburn. So as soon as I got off work, I picked up an early birthday and 'thank you for rescuing me' present for Drue and headed their way. Kelly and I went to get pedicures and do girly stuff before dinner. So, I'm sitting there in the big massaging chair with my feet soaking in the little spa, reading a two-year-old issue of Cosmo and feeling pretty relaxed. And suddenly I hear "blooop" and something has hit the water. I hesitate for a moment and think, "Hmmm, what was that?" And then I realized that my cell phone is no longer lying in my lap beneath the magazine. I scramble to dig my phone out of the foot water but the damage is already done. Its full of water. Me and Kelly took the battery out and set it under the nail drying lamps the rest of the time we are there. By some miracle, my phone STILL WORKS!
So, we get back to the house and meet up with everyone else. Jennifer and Wes, Kelly and Drue, and me and Scott all go to dinner at Outback. Wes proposed to Jennifer at dinner so lots of drinks and celebration was in order! CONGRATS JENN AND WES! We all had a good time and for once, got good service.
After breakfast I head back to Montgomery. On the drive, I start thinking what am I going to do tonight since I don't have to work? And then I remember hearing that there is a birthday celebration going on at the StrongFold show this weekend for Nikki and Anthony, but I can't remember where they are playing. I get home and call Dave and find out they are playing in Pascagoula, MS and not in Mobile like I had hoped. I was disappointed for a minute but he assures me that Pascagoula is not too much farther than Mobile. I hesitate for just a moment… and call Scott and say "Would you think I was crazy if I asked you to drive to Pascagoula, Mississippi with me tonight?" (I know what you are thinking, he probably already knows I'm crazy). I hear a little hesitation in his voice and tell him to think about it and call me back. I give him StrongFold's website and a rundown of what kind of music they play since I know he and I share taste for their kind of music. In the long run, we decide to go and hit the road!
This is the first time that Scott and I have ever done anything alone together so I was a little nervous about the long drive. But once we got on the road, we started telling stories and joking and having a really good time. The next thing we know, its almost midnight, we haven't been paying attention to the road… and we really aren't sure where we are. The next sign we see says "New Orleans 52 miles." And I of course say no way, that a 1 must have fallen off the front of that. So the next exit we come to is a rest area and we decide to stop and look at a map and see exactly where we are. As we coast off the exit, we see a sign that says "Welcome to Mississippi" and I'm thinking that's odd because I know we have been in MS for a long time. We walk up to the building and there is a big sign that says "Restrooms open 24 hours" and just beneath that, a sign that says "Restrooms Closed." How ironic.
But we found a map and realized that yes, you guessed it, this is the welcome center for people entering Mississippi from Louisiana!! We drove 75 miles past our exit. Yes, I know. I don't know how it happened either and we probably should be ashamed of ourselves. But I can only say that we were so engrossed in conversation that we lost track of time and stopped paying attention to the road. We did finally make it to the show in time to hear the last five or so songs. But we had a great time hanging out with the StrongFold boys, just like I always do. We got to the hotel as the sun was coming up. I barely remember setting the alarm to make sure we wake up in time for checkout.The next thing I know, Scott is waking me up and the clock says its after noon… an hour past checkout time. Oops.
So, we decide to drive over to Foley and eat at Lambert's and catch some rolls. Then we drive down to GulfShores and swim in the ocean for hours. The time spent in the ocean completely made up for the whole driving ordeal… for me at least anyway. It was a perfect day for the beach. Beautiful weather. Calm water. Perfect. And we were kept thoroughly entertained by the Mexican men trying to get on floats out in the ocean. I don't know which was funnier, watching them flip and slide and fall off the floats, or listening to them laugh and make fun of each other as they did it. They noticed us laughing at them too and one of them says pointing to his friend (and sounds just like Speedy Gonzales I must add) "He's crazy, man! He's too fat!" I about lost it!
We got every bit of sunlight we could and decided to start heading back when it started to get dark. We tell more stories and call people to tell the story of our crazy weekend. Before we know it, its pretty late and since its Sunday night there is no where open to get dinner. We swing through a drive-through and then go to a gas station to use the bathroom before getting back on the interstate. The ladies room was occupied so I stood in the hallway while Scott went in the men's room. After a minute or two, I hear Scott's door clicking and banging and I can't help but start laughing at him. And he can hear me laughing and starts laughing too. He did finally get it open. But wouldn't it been the topper to the weekend if we'd had to call a locksmith to get Scott out of a gas station bathroom?
Scott dropped me off about 12:30am so I am pretty worn out today. But poor Scott had another hour drive to get home after dropping me off, and he's on Eastern time so he lost an hour on the way. I can't even imagine how tired he must be today! Bet he'll think twice before he accepts an invitation from me again!
I haven't been to Eastdale Mall in forever. But this past weekend I went with my brother and sister-in-law to look at bunnies! Yes, I know... the last thing I need. But I was seriously considering getting one until I realized they make me sneeze and itch. That kinda ruled that out.
On the way out, we passed a little area full of those kiddie rides that you put quarters in. There was this giant tree on the edge. Just looking at it creeped me out! It reminded me of those evil scary trees in the Wizard of Oz that threw apples at Dorothy. So I get up close to get a good look at it and it suddenly started blinking and talking. Of course, I screamed and ran. My brother had apparently hit some button to make it start.
Even little kids were pointing and laughing. Anyway... here is me and the tree:
I just had the most interesting conversation with my mom. For those of you who don't know, I have an eight year old niece who lives with my parents. A man rang the doorbell and told my mom that he heard a little girl yelling "Help! Help! Somebody! Anybody!" Alex was in her new swing and her hair had gotten caught in the ropes. They actually had to cut the swing down to get her out. I was sitting at my desk laughing hysterically as she told me. (I'm evil, I know.) So I emailed and told my brother. His response: "Awesome. She should have taken some pictures."
My mom says we are terrible children. What can I say? Karma is hereditary!!
I couldn't resist posting this one. It had me in tears I was laughing so hard!
What to do in a Terrorist Attack
The US government has a new website, www.ready.gov, displaying public service symbols for terrorism readiness in the tradition of the old "duck and cover" campaigns.
The fun thing is that these pictures are so ambiguous they could mean anything!
If you have set yourself on fire, do not run.
If you spot terrorism, blow your anti-terrorism whistle. If you are bald, yell really loud.
If you spot a terrorist arrow, pin it against the wall with your shoulder.
If you are sprayed with an unknown substance, stand and think about it instead of seeing a doctor.
Use your flashlight to lift the walls right off of you!
The proper way to eliminate smallpox is to wash with soap, water, and at least one armless hand.
Michael Jackson is a terrorist. If you spot this smooth criminal with dead, dead eyes, run the f*** away.
Hurricanes, animal corpses, and the biohazard symbol have a lot in common. Think about it.
Be on the lookout for terrorists with pinkeye and leprosy. Also, they tend to rub their hands together manically.
If a door is closed, karate chop it open.
If your building collapses, cower under a desk and kiss your ass goodbye.
Try to absorb as much of the radiation as possible with your groin region. After 5 minutes and 12 seconds, however, you may become sterile.
After exposure to radiation it is important to consider that you may have mutated to gigantic dimensions: watch your head.
If you've become a radiation mutant with a deformed hand, remember to close the window. No one wants to see that shit.
If you hear the Backstreet Boys, Michael Bolton or Yanni on the radio, it is a psychological terror attack. Cower in the corner or run like hell.
If your lungs and stomach start talking, stand with your arms akimbo until they stop.
Austin is radioactive. Move to Houston.
If you are trapped under falling debris, conserve oxygen by not farting.
how to ROFLMAO
Do not drive a station wagon if a power pole is protruding from the hood.
A one-inch thick piece of plywood should be sufficient protection against radiation. Always carry one!
My cable/internet bill with Charter jumped from $65 to $93 because apparently some "promotional rate" I was getting has run out. I called and argued and threatened to switch to Knology if they didn't give me a better rate and I only managed to get them to knock off a few bucks a month... and it will run out in a few months and I will have to call and argue all over again!!
Anybody have any suggestions?? Cheaper service provider? Better arguing technique?
Another thing I forgot to mention... (I know, that last blog was long enough, how could I have forgotten anything?) But I wanted to wait until I had the appropriate pictures to go with it. My friend Brian took me to a little boardwalk that is right off the Spanish Fort/Fairhope exit. Just like all boardwalks, there were a few warnings and rules posted. But somehow this one struck me as funny... I think the bottom sign would have sufficed. If you read it, the second one would seem to be unneccesary.
And they weren't kidding either. There were alligators right there. And they weren't tiny ones either. It wouldn't be easy for them to get up to the boardwalk where I was, but on the other side of the lagoon from me, there was nothing stopping them from climbing up into the parking lot of the hotel on the corner. I would NOT be a happy camper if I went to get in my car and was surprized by a large alligator. Remind me never to stay at that hotel!
I left for Mobile (well, actually Spanish Fort) on Friday afternoon. We were staying with Brian’s dad and stepmom there and planning to drive down to the beach on Saturday. They took me to a little mom and pop’s pizza place near their house in Spanish Fort and the three of them shared a couple of pitchers of beer. When we got back to their house, his parents crashed pretty early. So Brian and I decide we are going to take a spin on their golf cart, even though it is dark outside and the headlights don’t work. So we are zipping right along and get a couple blocks away… headed straight up hill and the golf cart dies. Completely. So we Fred Flinstone it down the hill and then resort to getting out and pushing the thing all the way back home. I was laughing hysterically while pushing and Brian was a bit intoxicated and barefoot. So this made for quite and adventure.
Saturday:
Fairly uneventful. I spent a typical day on the beach with friends and some family. The waves were incredibly high and the undertow was really strong so I didn’t get in the water too much. Not to mention my legs were still a little tired from pushing the golf cart the night before. But I did manage to make a small sand castle that I was pretty proud of!
Sunday:
I swam at Brian’s parent’s house and visited with his family. We headed home that afternoon with a couch in tow for Brian’s younger brother. It began to sprinkle on us not a mile from the house! But it didn’t last long and we didn’t see any more rain on the way up. Brian dropped me off at home and only minutes later I realized that I had left my digital camera and the keys to my brother’s house in Brian’s truck and he was headed to Millbrook. I needed the keys in order to go check on my brother’s cat. Although I had just ridden more than 2 hours back from the beach, I then had to get in my car to go get the keys… plus I wanted to take my camera on the lake on Monday. So I drove out there and had dinner with my parents… just to get a message from my sister-in-law saying that I didn’t need to go check on the cat. Oh well…
So I stopped by Wal-Mart on the way home to pick up some supplies to take to the lake with me. I got in a line with about 10 people in front of me. It was about 11:00 and there were only 2 lanes open in the whole store. I grumbled something about having 25 lanes, 2 open and employees standing around doing nothing which prompted the man in front of me to turn around and strike up a conversation. A thirty-minute long conversation mostly about his pest control business and “getting kicked by ‘the man’ while you are down.” Interesting. I was quite ready for bed by the time I got home.
Monday:
I woke up early and drove to Kelly’s house in Opelika. I was running a bit late but so was everyone else so it didn’t seem to matter. We packed up the boat and headed out on the lake. It was a little overcast at the beginning of the day but the sun eventually came out in full force and managed to burn me pretty well. By the time we got back to the house, I was scorched. We all showered off the lake water and decided to go out to dinner. When we walked out the front door of the house, I noticed that my car was absolutely covered from bumper to bumper in ants. All of our cars were parked side by side but only MY car was covered. I shrugged it off and said “Oh well, I’ll just hose off the car after dinner before I get on the road” and we went about our way.
We went to Logan’s Roadhouse Grill. We sat and talked and shared stories as people who haven’t known each other for too long always seem to do. I found myself talking about my disastrous trip to Nashville. For future reference, I should remind myself that even speaking about this trip stirs up enough bad karma that it always directly precedes a long catastrophic chain of events. We talked… and talked… and talked… and were thoroughly enjoying the conversation when we realized that we had been there over an hour and still had not received our food?? Drue went and spoke to the manager who told him that he would “check on it.” Shortly after, our waiter came by and said that he was getting it together and it should be out soon… that it was the tilapia that we ordered that held everything up.” He walked about without apologizing for our wait and not bothering to offer to refill our glasses than had been empty for nearly the whole hour. So we offered to pay for our drinks and salads. Kelly and I are both the typical kind of people who don’t like to complain and are even embarrassed when someone else sends their food back. But at that point, we gladly picked up our purses and left.
Dairy Queen became the next destination. Scott, who had not had a salad, was still hungry and me and Kelly wanted ice cream! Scott ordered a chicken sandwich and fries and they came out almost immediately. We sat and he took a big bite, made a terrible face and nearly spit the chicken out on the table. Apparently the chicken smelled and tasted like fish. I assume they fried it in the same grease… but I think if it were me, that is just not a risk I would be willing to take. At least the fries and ice cream were okay.
So, we finally head back to Kelly’s house and by now it is about 10:00 and getting really late for those of us who have to be at work early in the morning. I gather my things and start to leave and I realize that the aunts are no longer all over my car. I open the door to find that rather they are all now INSIDE the car. Lovely. So I get all of the trash out that I think they might be after… and spray some orange scented 409 since we didn’t have any big spray. It seemed to do the trick pretty well.
Finally, I get in my car and head about my way. I call my mom to let her know that I am headed back home and we had a good day on the lake. Still on the phone, about 15 miles down the road my car starts to jerk a little. I look down and realize that the gas guage which read ¼ of a tank when I pulled out of Kelly’s driveway now is below empty. No exit in sight I coast over to the side of the road. So, Kelly’s husband Drue is my new hero!! He came to my rescue with a gas can. He even followed me to the gas station and waited until I had filled up to make sure there were no more catastrophes before he headed back home.
Sigh… I got home after midnight. So today, I am extremely sunburned and very tired. The end.
This weekend I got into a conversation about the cheesy 80s cartoons we used to watch when we were kids. So I have been travelling down memory lane via YouTube this morning! I know I am a little younger than some of you who read my blog... but I thought it would be fun to name some of the obscure cartoons we remember from our childhood. I'll start!!
This weekend was sooo busy! My best friend got married on Saturday. She didn't throw the bouquet though... cause she could have just handed it to me since I was the only single girl there! Ha! Only wish I was kiddding...
But it was a beautiful wedding and she looked incredible. I've never seen her so happy and I've known her a long time. I hope to get some good pictures of me in my dress and all dolled up. Those of you who know me, know that I don't do that very often!
So congrats to Mr. and Mrs. Justin Herring! I love you guys!
Passing this along for my sister-in-law and her family: Everyone please pray for my brother and the 10th Moutain Division based out of Fort Drum, NY. As most as you have probably heard, four soldiers and their Iraqi interpreter were killed this past weekend. The three soldiers that have been captured by Al Qaeda are still missing. 4,000 troops are on the ground searching for the missing. We have not heard from my brother in several days, but we assume he is out searching day and night. At this point, my family just wants to hear from him to know he's okay. When something like this happens, they cut off all phone/internet communication until family is notified. Just please say a prayer for the families of the soldiers killed, the ones missing, and everyone involved in the search.
This past Thursday night was Alabama State Bar night at the Montgomery Biscuits game. I went and took my dad, brother and his wife with me. We all had a lot of fun and the Biscuits even won on a home run in the ninth inning.
This is the group picture that was taken at the stadium:
Where am I, you are asking? The only time I left my seat during the whole game was to go to the guest services and pick up a baseball that I won in the group raffle. This was when they decided to take the group picture. Just my luck!
I didn't blog at all last week. I have been really busy at work and with projects at home. Not to mention I had a migraine on Tuesday that prevented me from doing anything besides making a trip to my doctor to get a shot to stop the pain. But overall, not such an eventful week.
These next few weeks are going to be extremely busy as well. My best friend, Jennifer is getting married this Saturday. I took off Friday to help decorate and gets things ready and Saturday I am in the wedding. And after my neice told me last night that I look pregnant, I will not be eating ANY donuts this week in order to not look like a whale in my bridesmaids dress. Then memorial weekend I will be headed to the beach with a friend. And no one wants to see a cow in a bathing suit, LOL.
Another reason I haven't been blogging so much, some craphead hinted that I blog too often and about stupid things. So I have been discouraged from blogging unless I feel like I have a funny story to tell or something important to share. But anyone who is not interested in reading my blogs: DON'T. And if you are subscribed and don't like it, by all means, UNSUBSCRIBE. That is all for now. Hope everyone else is having a great Monday!
I took off Thursday - Sunday because I had planned a trip to the beach. The trip got rescheduled but I had already asked for the days off, so I figured I'd just relax and get some things done around the house. I spent the first half of Thursday relaxing and running a couple of errands. But thats all I could stand. If I was going to take days off, I would have to do something productive or I wouldn't feel satisfied. At about 2:00 yesterday, I decided to rent a drum sander and refinish my hardwood floors. Got a lot done yesterday since I only have the sander for 24 hours. I wasn't happy with the first stain color I chose after letting the test spot dry over night. So, I just got home from home depot and am about to test the second color. But I had to stop and eat a donut and blog first. Who can work hard without a good breakfast, right?
I went home for lunch to eat leftovers from grilling out yesterday. It had gotten considerably warmer outside since I got to work this morning, so I rolled down my windows on the drive home. I park in the driveway and go in and help myself to a nice BBQ sauce covered pork chop. (Note: I do not recommend watching the National Geographic's special on Carnivores while you eat a red saucy pork chop.)
When I go to leave, the man who cuts my neighbor's yard is outside mowing. I smile and wave just as I usually do. Then I get inside my car and realize... I left the windows down. Not that my car was clean to begin with, but now after breathing in all the lovely grass and flower clippings that blew into my car, I can't stop sneezing, my eyes are watering and my nose is running. My Monday just keeps getting better!
Yesterday was my grandmother's billionth birthday. The whole family came to her house for dinner, birthday cake and presents and such. (And yes, I attended - red butt and all.) I like to just sit and listen to the things she and all her sisters say. They never cease to amaze, at least entertain, me.
Grandma: When I flew home from Alaska right after 9/11, I was seated between two of them Koreans. And I was scared, because I didn't know if they were one of those folks that flew them planes into those towers...
My Dad: Mother, I don't think the terrorists were from Korea
Grandma: Well... you never know?
I brought a good friend of mine with me last night. Upon hearing this conversation, I glance over at him out of the corner of my eye. He gives me the "Yes, I heard that and I am trying not to laugh" face. Later on, she was asking me about how things were going. And says... "Are you still enjoying working at that War Eagle?" My brother died laughing. Obviously she meant American Eagle so I just answered the question and no one bothered to correct her. What's the point? She's about 90 and can call it whatever she wants.
I went to the tanning bed again last night. The last time I went I burned a little bit, so I took a couple days off. So last night, I went for the same amount of time rather than bumping it up a bit to make sure I didn't burn again. After being in for a few minutes, my butt and lower back started to get pretty hot so I decided I'd better turn over for the remainder of the minutes. When I got out and was getting dresses I looked in the mirror and was shocked! Everywhere on my backside that had been pressed against the glass was a fiery red. And I mean FIERY! There was a solid line where the redness ended. I thought to myself, "I was only a little pink last time, how could this happen?" as I painfully slid my clothes back on over my burns. Suddenly the light bulb popped up over my head. I'm on antibiotics for a bladder infection. And yes, I seem to recall there being a little warning sticker on the bottle that has a picture of the sun. Upon re-reading reading the warning label, I discover that it says "You should avoid prolonged or excessive exposure to direct and/or artificial sunlight while taking this medicine." Yep. Would have been of great value to me to read that BEFORE I burned half of my backside. I put some aloe on it a couple times last night and its not so bad today. But I won't be getting back in the tanning bed till I am done taking this stuff!
For those of you know don't know, I am a web admin and often receive "tech support" calls for people who are having problems with the website. But you don't have to be in tech support to appreciate this one. Anyone who has ever tried to teach an older relative how to use a computer program, laptop, cell phone, digital camera, etc. will certainly be able to relate. Enjoy!
Do you know what tomorrow is? It's Confederate Memorial Day and I'm so excited. Why? You ask why? Well, obviously... because its a state holiday and I am off work!! That's why!
So, since I have the day off... you must be asking what I will be doing? I am going to buy a lawn mower. Yep. Isn't is exciting? Since the wheels fell off my mower in July of 2006 my yard has not been mowed since. I'm not even a little bit kidding. There are weeds that come up to my shoulders and I am not a short girl. The neighborhood cats LOVE my yard because they can hide from unsuspecting small birds and such. So, I apologize to the cats... but their haven will be gone tomorrow when I bring home my very first own lawn mower. Oh, the excitement. I hope I can sleep tonight!
So, goodnight to all you suckers that have to get up early and go to their jobs!!
On my way to work this morning, I stopped at the grocery store and bought a 20 oz. Mt. Dew and a strawberry Sunkist. I drank the Mt. Dew and put the Sunkist in the refrigerator at work. I just went to get it, and PRESTO, its gone! The refrigerator "borrower" has struck again!! I am soooo mad!
I mean, I know the drink only cost a dollar and some odd change. That is not the point. The point is, I went out of my way this morning to get a drink that we do not carry in our vending machine here and was saving it for this afternoon because I don't normally carry cash for the vending machine. What do you have to do to protect a drink? Maybe I'll put lipstick prints all over the lid next time and it won't be appetizing to anyone?
I did send out a company wide email saying "If you accidentally picked it up, please let me know." I've gotten some pretty funny responses but I was hoping for a tattle tale. No takers so far. I'll keep you posted.
Yesterday, I decided it was time to start going to the tanning bed. I am going to be in a wedding in about a month and thought I should look nice for it. Plus, I hope to go to the beach sometime soon and don’t want to blind anyone with my whiteness.
So, the tanning bed I used to go to has a new location fairly close to my house. I get out of my car and head up to the door. I pull on the door only to find that it’s locked. I’m thinking, “Surely they can’t be closed at 5:00 on a Tuesday” so I squint to look through the glare on the door and into the store. I’m startled when I realize I am face to face with a good looking blond fellow. He laughs and motions me to use the other door. A little embarrassed, I chuckle and head over to the other door. When I get inside, I realize the door I was trying to come in is lined with chairs full of people who are all laughing at me for trying to come in the wrong door. The blond guy is doubled over in his chair laughing, to which I say jokingly, “It wasn’t that funny.”
I go up to the counter and give them my updated address and pay to restart my membership account. When I am done, I turn around to take my seat and the good-looking blond guy says, “So, how have you been?” Oh, great! I even know this guy… I think? I guess he could see the confusion on my face and says, “You don’t remember me do you?”
Searching his face, I say “You look so familiar and I’m trying to place you…”
To which he says, “The last time you saw me I had very long blond hair.” Then I realize he is someone I went to high school with that I haven’t seen in seven years. Great! It’s always nice to run into someone you haven’t seen in years, and manage to make yourself look like a moron. And to top it off, I stayed in the tanning bed for a little too long and I burned my butt. Literally… just my butt. Gives a whole new meaning to “pain in the ass.”
This was an extremely busy weekend for me! I feel like I didn't have a chance to slow down and rest for one moment. Friday as soon as I got off work I ran home and changed into some painting clothes and headed to my bestest friend's house to help her paint and install new doors on their house. I also chopped vegetables and made spinach dip for her wedding shower the following day. I ended up not getting home till nearly 2am.
So needless to say, I was not happy to hear the alarm go off early on a Saturday morning. But I had agreed to help out at a car wash fundraiser given by the Pike Road Volunteer Fire Department. So, I went out there to help for a few hours, then had to rush home and change clothes and get ready for the wedding shower. I had bought a new white dress from American Eagle a couple of months ago and was excited to finally have a good opportunity to wear it. This is the dress:
I thought it looked cute and was appropriate for the occasion. I was, though, slightly embarrassed when I arrived at the shower and was informed that the pale pink waistband on my panties was visible through the back of my dress. But whatever, they are just panties, right? About and hour into the shower, it starts to pour down rain as we expected. Guests began to leave to beat the worst part of the storm. My mother had arrived a bit late since she had taken my sister to an appointment. She was sitting down to eat so I offered to move her van to let someone else out. Bad idea. Very bad idea. My pretty white dress got soaked and became completely see-through. Luckily, when I re-entered the house, the first person to see me was Jennifer's aunt who quickly told me she could see straight through my dress and was well aware that I was not wearing a bra. Greeeeat! I at least had the forethought to bring jeans and a t-shirt to change into after the shower. So, luckily I was able to change before too many people saw my personals!
I did get the chance to sleep in a bit on Sunday morning. I had to work at American Eagle that afternooon until close. We got a whole new floorset in and I think I literally want one of everything! We got some new shirts which I think are very creative and cute. The words are printed on the inside and show through to the outside. The ONLY problem that I have with this... is that everytime I refold all the shirts and get that table looking nice, someone comes right behind me and goes "Oh cute, what does it say" turns them inside out and throws them back on the table. Thanks... really. That's what I am here for apparently. So be warned... if you come in to shop, and I know you, and I see you do such a thing... I WILL kick you. You have been fairly warned.
I'm sure you have an idea of what is coming just from the title. So here goes...
I went to Burger King today to pick up lunch for me and a friend. Since I ordered two drinks, I recieved the following drink holder:
And the title was enough to make me giggle, but I read the description of the Double Duty Box. Since you probably can't see it in the picture, it reads as follows:
A lot of people wonder why it was decided upon to make a two-cup carrier as opposed to say, a one-cup or three-cup carrier. Well, a one-cup carrier is called just a cup. So that was pretty much out. And a three-cup carrier would have to be shaped into some strange triangle, and balancing that contraption would be more trouble than it's worth. So we settled on two. Hopefully it serves you well.
I was entertained. So, I get back from lunch and I call a certain theater here in Montgomery because I saw a commercial on tv last night that led me to believe that a certain play I was interested in seeing had been extended through this weekend. I was told by the box office representative that no, it was not, and she didn't know anything about a commercial. I was pretty confused and actually was beginning to think I was crazy so I emailed the administrative office to inquire (mostly to prove to myself that I was not, in fact, insane) and that such commercial did exist. I received this reply:
Dear OmySue: Thank you for your input. The performance run [certain play] was cut short due to low attendance. The final performance was Saturday. Our ad spaces are purchased in advance and do not reflect this update. We do apologies for any incontinence or confusion this may have caused.
I overlooked it at first, but yes, he said incontinence! Certainly he doesn't think that I was so upset that I peed myself? I'm thinking he meant "inconvenience." I'll continue to hope so anyway!
Simply put, I am me. I manage to stumble into the weirdest situations. I often hear my friends say, "Only you." But I wouldn't have it any other way!
This is my place to vent and to share funny stories... or stories I think are funny anyway. I hope if you enjoy what you read, you will leave comments. How else will I know whether people are reading or not? Thanks and I hope you enjoy!
