We know they won't win...

So it's been a while...

And not much has changed. Just been having fun with the girls on various random outings-Lunch here, dinner there- I'm so thankful for all my friends, without them who knows how much more sanity I would lose.

In light of recent events, I do want to ponder some questions that are floating around in my head.

When people try to hurt you, why do they want to bring in your family? Isn't there enough drama between two people as it is, without trying to add insult to someones relatives and friends? And when certain things are said-were they thinking that all along, just overlooking it to be with you? If there were issues with your lifestyle before, then why not bring it up in the beginning? It's almost like the stereotypical thought of a woman getting with a man and then trying to change them to fit their lifestyle better.

Which leads me to my next thought-The more I hear about and have experiences with men and relationships, the more I feel like Men are essentially Women....with a penis. Haha. But seriously-For all the hype and BS about women being over emotional, impractical, needy, whiny, etc-Men seem to be just as bad, even worse. Unless it's just a recent occurrence and the men of this generation are turning into sissies. Not that men shouldn't possess a sensitive side, but there's a point when it's time to stop crying and go plow a field or race a motorcycle or something. And what about the fact that more and more men are staying at home and women are becoming the main breadwinners of the household. This wouldn't be a problem, except for the most part it's because the men are lazy/scum/losers who could work but won't get a job. Very distasteful.


And speaking of distasteful, there is this loser/scum/mank who is in the store right now.Ugh. "I wanna get a job here girl, I'll come to work wit you" Yeah...right.

The Throes of Summer

As I was walking across my uncle's yard today, I realized that summer is finally here. I came to this realization when I started stepping over weeds that haven't been mowed yet.

Summer in Florida means it's too hot to mow your grass. You have to wait until your yard becomes an unbearable jungle and you fear for your life from snakes and salamanders before you can actually stand the thought of taking the lawnmower for a spin-Because no matter what, you're going to end up going through at least 4 glasses of tea, having a lame-o Farmer's or Tank Top tan and dirt and grass all over your body all the while sliding off the seat because you're sweating out 2/3s of your water weight.

Another wonderful summer treat is the free sauna you get every time you get in your car. Whether it's a ten minute trip into the store or checking the mail, you get a spa like treatment including a hot stone massage for your hands when gripping your steering wheel that has somehow turned from Rubber into HOT MAGMA the moment the AC is turned off.

Don't get me wrong-I enjoy summer. It was the best when we were little kids-All you could think about was swimming. Anything with water was the best. I don't know if any of the hotels around here still let you swim for a fee when you're not staying there. If that had been the case when I was little-there would've been many crying fits and foot stampings. I remember watching my sister and her friends lay out tannning and I would think to myself "How can they do that all day when there's so much beautiful water to play mermaids and marco polo and tag and racing?!!" I don't know exactly when the transition took place but now I lay on my float for hours without even noticing that there's water below me.

Summer also makes me feel nostalgic. I think about nights at my relative's river houses and how much I miss family vacations to the beach. I know I must've got on my siblings nerves when I was little, I wish we could all go on vacation together now so they could actually enjoy my company a little more. Haha. I also think about softball games and fireworks in CK. Just the little things, you know? Sigh.

Might as well face it...

Addicted to Loooove

Ohhh 80s-you gave us some really good music and some really bad music. And I guess that's why we have radio stations that give us the best of you, the 90s & today. Except the today part includes a handful of the most annoying songs of the decade which you decide to play repeatedly until we want to vomit knives(kudos to jessica for that expression, yes I stole it because I love it.)

Anywho,

So the other day while my bro was here visiting, we went to watch Star Trek. Amazing btw, it made me want to watch the old episodes and then go back and watch it again. So I could pick up more things...yeah.... So when we went to order popcorn and drinks, I picked up on the vibe of the cashier trying to upsell items to us. For $.25 more you can get this GInormous vat of popcorn instead of the medium which you won't be able to finish anyhow. And then I ordered a water. He told me for $.50 more I could get a Liter. Immediately Farva raced through my brain shouting "GIVE ME A GD LITER OF COLA" So before I could stop myself I erupted with LITER COLA! BAHAHAHHAHAHA Do you have Liter Cola, what's a liter cola?? Unfortunately, I don't think the dude had ever seen Super Troopers, which Puh, Shame on him. I think my brother got it....maybe.

In other news-

Fonnie has discovered her reflection and she.does.not.like.it! The other night she barked and growled at the glass on my entertainment center for a good 15 minutes. I would've stopped her but every time she growled she sounded more and more like the Cowardly Lion off the Wizard of Oz. It was way too entertaining to interrupt. "If iiii were the KHiinng of the Forrrresst!"

Has anyone seen the latest pic of Adam Lambert? What is up with the guy always thinking he's fat? Every time I read anything on him, he's made a comment about his weight. He's super cute and just got on the cover of Rolling Stone but this pic I saw of him on Yahoo? Looks like plastic. Very very Mannequin-esque. Still cute though. Never watched AI so I have no idea what he sounds like. And I didn't know they had to be all hush hush on AI about their sexuality...of course, clay aiken held it in for quite awhile after...but c'mon.

That's all for now...Oh go to Yahoo and click on Entertainment for the pic I'm talkin' about. Too lazy to post it.

I Sat At The Window In My Room...

That is an amazazing song by Allison Krauss that I have NEVER EVER been able to find. It's off the Ya Ya Sisterhood movie and I have never been able to download it. (Buy the soundtrack you say? BAHAHHAHAHA)

A few things today-

My ear is definately different. I feel vibrations from echos and loudness, everything sounds louder, people sound louder to me. It's a crazy sensation, kind of uncomfortable but no, I am not having First Sight caliber problems like Blindy McBlinderson. (if that is offensive, I am sorry.) Now all i need to do is go to a movie theater and have someone sit on my left side and whisper to me the whole time...I need a good "whisper about" movie...any suggestions?


Last night, I think I dreamt the most vivid dream I have ever had. There was a pool and i could feel the water when I jumped in. I saw alot of people that I haven't seen in a long time and it was just crazy insane how real it was. I even made out with somebody I didn't even know and I could taste their mouth & tongue (Sorry. Graphic, Have you ever made out with strangers? HOT... Dream-wise of course heh heh) Of course, this morning I feel beat...


I wish I was a more encouraging person. Being the baby of my family has made me very self-centered so I do tend to forget about things not concerning me and it makes me feel like a very crappy person. It's no excuse about my personality now, because I know how I act and I have the ability to change that. I do want to be more helpful, more compassionate and sacrificing--just can't forget to take the opportunities to do that when they are presented to me. So I'm going to continue to work on that. Just letting everyone know...

Wow weird paragraph. That's pretty much it for now. Aleta-you are my best friend and I love you dearly-I had so much fun with you the last weekend and you are my bright light! Night Bright (I Love those things!) Anyway, I just wish I could make you happy again because you deserve to be Happy!

A Few Notes to Self:

After finishing up the Rum last night (My house is now dry, Thank you...for how long?...) I realize this morning that I may have made a few bad decisions.

1-Using my phone to call....Everyone. Lol. I did have a good conversation with my buddy Charley. He seemed like the only one willing to brave a chat after hearing my slurring "I miss you man" voicemails. **Note to self: If going to be drinking on a Wednesday night, do not call all of your friends to inform them, For fear of losing them by implying you are a raging alcoholic.

2-I have this hang up about changing out of work clothes to reg clothes when I get home, it just creates more laundry to do later but I want to be comfortable, but then what if I have to go somewhere? But do I want to go there in my dressy work clothes anyway? Dilemma. So last night I mixy-matchied. I left this tube top on (fancy tube top, wore jacket over it in public anyway, shut up.)and I changed into some sleepy shorts. I was listening to a pretty awesome CD and after starting "to feel the music" (the only way i could describe it) I decided I was going to dance in my black high heels and pretend I was Lady GaGa. Yes I understand that I am 23 years old. **Note to self: When being Lady GaGa, remember to take the heels off to take the dog out. Sinking into the ground with every step you take is not becoming, nor is it safe after fun times with Rum.

3-Watching TBS, where they have a tendency to play the same movie over and over.**Note to self: DO NOT WATCH THE NOTEBOOK.EVER.

Something else that I noticed last night and yesterday-Everything was Loud. Is lefty starting to function?? Hope Hope Hope! But then I got scared-Am I going to be like Val Kilmer in At First Sight or whatever that movie is?? He had a really hard time adjusting to his new vision...of course he was totally blind whereareas I am not/wasn't completely deaf. Still, things were loud-I heard a truck that I swore was in my front yard, driving up into my house. And I don't have ol' what's her face to guide me along the way, then break up with me and then get back together at the very end. (For those of you who haven't seen the movie-Yeah that's the way it happens. Sorry.)

Laziness=Redneck Skank Lifestyle?

This morning a thought/question crossed my mind that led me to rehash my behavior these past couple weeks and assess a few personality traits to come to a conclusion to appease the thought/question nagging at my brain.

The thought/question: I am the skank redneck neighbor? (think of Ron Burgundy's "I'm Ron Burgundy?") (Not "am I", did that on purpose mind you)

The Answer: Most signs are sadly pointing to YES.

What triggered this in the first place? Well it came to me this morning, as I ran outside to my mother's car (she was dropping off my mail) in a flimsy pink shirt, No bra, and leopard print hot pants (shorty short shorts I only wear as jammies/under dance wear). I was also wearing men's flip flops and my hair was in a flippy clip that took the place of the scrunchy back in 95 and as I went out the door, the dog got out and I had to chase her down in the yard (no bra) to get her back inside the house. It occurred to me that this was almost an exact repeat of what happened yesterday, when my mom dropped off some other piece of mail; except I was wearing a blue shirt, still no bra, and another pair of some kind of very short fuzzy material and I had to chase the dog all the way across the street before I caught her.

Cut to Monday-Feeling kind of down and stressed out from work, I made a hasty date with some Rum that's been sitting in the fridge, all alooone, for a while now. Alas, I only had tea and Kool aid (sp?) and I really am not that much of an alcoholic to where I'm able to drink it straight. I tried the tea first-Do NOT ever mix tea with rum. Sorry Koolaid, should've known it would be you-And honestly, coconut rum+pink lemonade= not that bad when you're wanting to catch a buzz. So I'm in the backyard, holding my pink concoction, in black work pants and barefoot, again chasing after the dog. Leto comes over and I now have Dr. Pepper to mix with rum, yay! Very fun night btw. Lol.

Rewind back to the beginning of last week-I'm out in the backyard again, Bud Light cans lined up on a bench (I wasn't about to waste energy going in and out of the house to pick up more/throw away empties, plus I was trying to get rid of leftover beer, sue me) and doing my best birdie warble impression to Fonnie.

Now taking a look at every morning for the past month, I go out into the backyard in short shorts, tank tops, and bedroom shoes (really my only other form of footwear beside flops) no bra, no robe, no form of decency.

Now you might be saying to yourself-Well she's just a whorey dresser. But I digress for I am southern, I do enjoy sweet tea, cornbread, trucks and I can drink any kind of beer and enjoy myself, so i believe redneck comes into the picture-Overgrown lawn, beer cans, etc.

Examining the evidence though, most of my behavior stems from innate laziness....So i'm wondering is that what causes the redneck behavior? Are rednecks just lazy people? or is Redneck synonymous with Lazy? But that can't be so because a lot of rednecks are also hard workers....

Given the neighborhood I live in, I'm honestly not that worried about being pegged a redneck skank. That would be higher up on the totem pole than most. But if I ever moved, I might have to tweak my approach to morning apparel.

On a totally different note-

I broke my favorite measuring cup, Favorite meaning the only 1 cup measuring cup I have. I was making Koolaid(ah hah.) and i dipped the cup into the sugar and the little handle broke off in my hand. WTH? Now instead of buying a new one, I shall use this cup and be reminded that using mangled cookware may work against my shedding of the Redneck skank title.

Anyway, I'm off to go eat Hardees for breakfast, Sweet Tea instead of Orange Juice please.

Ohh the sexy times

Recently I've been having these nights/mornings where I'll wake up in the wee hours of the morning (4-5am) wide awake and unable to go back to sleep. I don't understand why my body is doing this to me, maybe to give me a chance to judge the caliber of darkness in my room? Which I do, I like it almost as much as the contemplation game of reasons why to stay in bed and reasons why to get up; Bed=I need sleep, Up=I could clean the bathroom. Bed=Still dark outside, Up=I could bake a pie!
If you didn't realize-This is one of these times. And Up got the "upper hand" Ah ha hahahahaa. Lame, I know.

I've been awake since 4:30 am, it is now almost 6. Only an hour away from 7 which is my regular time to get up. Sooo guess it's no going back to sleep for me.I'll devote some time to you, my lovely blog.

The birds are crazy at this hour. I have no idea what I'm hearing but it's not the normal twitter tweet, more like warbling? Squawking? It reminds me of Yellowstone-I'm in a paper thin tent and it's dark 30 outside and all the freakin birds start going crazy. Every morning. Nature's alarm clock. That's when I'd pull my beanie over my face, sinch my hoodie tight around my head and roll over as best i could in my 4 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, 3 pairs of socks and 5 blankets...In my sleeping bag. I am a cold natured person, mornings on a mountain means wrapping myself up tighter than cellophane on a piece of processed cheese.

Oh 6 o'clock now!

Recently a few friends and I have been reminiscing about past endeavors. I've come to realize that I don't miss the boys**, High School junk/events, or the "hardly any responsibility" lifestyle- I miss the availability that me and my friends had. Looking back it seemed like we could always all pull together for any occasion. Now it's work and college and babies and husbands making our busy schedules---All things that are fine and part of our lives now, don't get me wrong, it's a part of growing up. And I'm so lucky to have kept so many close friends from high school-a few of them from middle & even elementary (Props LETO! Lol) So yeah, I just miss that commradery of being able to form a party in seconds on a friday night or all going to the same birthday party. I wish we had more of that....friends and family are the most enjoyable, entertaining and free things in life. Haha.

Another thing of the contemplation-What things do people find sexy and why? I mean-yeah everyone can agree that say Ryan Gosling is smoking hot (the guy from the notebook) and Rachel McAdams is soo pretty (the girl from the notebook...I don't know why I happen to pick those two, but they are universally pretty people that I could think of within 30 seconds..so yeah..Oh and the notebook was really sweet) So my question is-what are those off the wall things that make people attracted to one another? Liiike-Why is my sister attracted to Much Older men. Why do I like Seth Rogen***? Why did God make boobs so freaking irresistable to men? Why is it that the V shapey tummy with a pair of low rise jeans showing the guys boxers like amazing super d duper hot? That mom from Weeds****?

These are questions that just roll around in the noggin. Different chemical make up and pheremones? Personality traits and DNA? Things to ponder, indeed.

It's almost 6:30 and I'm starting to feel sleepy. Maybe I'll catch the next 30 mins and dream about sexy times.

**-Boy chasing

***-Because I'm weird

****-she was also on Fried Green Tomatoes like 20 years ago, she's aging really well I would say.