Thursday, August 5, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
You go to your car, press the remote unlock button and don't understand why you can't open the door.
And then you notice the gray cloth interior. Wait, I don't have gray cloth interior.
(Backing away from the car, slight glance to the left and right, phew! No one saw that)
And I don't drive a Camry.
OR a Toyota.
Side note: I have actually GOTTEN IN someone else's Honda Accord before that happened to be unlocked only to not REALIZE it until I tried to stick my key in the ignition and needed to adjust the seat!
**So, obviously it is Wednesday but this is how I knew this week would be a "blonde" week. Hope everyone else is a little less "out of it" than I am on this fine hump day.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
I don't know what it is but maybe it is a world just so outside of my own teen years, I am utterly fascinated. You can't help but think, how would I react in that situation?, would I go after child support? (UM, YES, Farrah, hello??), would I initially just rely on my parents to take care of the child so I could continue my teen lifestyle? (UM, NO, there is no WAY my Mom would have allowed that!), were their parents aware that the daughters were sexually active and just pretended not to know because they didn't want to deal with it??, and the questions go on and on.
I think that one of the most tragic aspects is that some of the mom's that are still in relationships can't let things run their course and are hanging on in vain to their baby Daddy even though, in a "normal" teen relationship, things would have fizzled out and you would move on. (Wow, run-on sentence much?, ha)
Does anyone else find themselves glued to this show?
Thursday, July 22, 2010
There, I said it.
Deal with it.
I particularly like the song “Stephen”. (Click here to listen to her songs) It is my brother’s name, it is spelled with a “ph”, and it screams “Y” generation. How many Stephen’s do you know that are your parent’s age? Yea, probably none. You should also check out “Dinosaur”. This is hysterical. Especially considering when I was in college one of my guy friends always happened to be with me when older men would check me out. It was a running joke between us that I primarily attracted men at least 40 and older. Sick. And, of course, I can’t help but love the song “Backstabber” because, well, everybody knows you have to watch out for girls. Now, get up and dance!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
How did we get back to the South? Well, let me tell you...we started out at 1:30 yesterday, drove to Reagan, yes people, one of the airports near DC (aka 3 HOURS AWAY), and pulled into our driveway around 9:30 last night. However, it was all worth it because we had a BLAST with my family and at my cousin's gorgeous wedding!
Friday, July 9, 2010
So, yea. I travel. A LOT. I time my airport arrival pretty perfectly most of the time. Key word: most.
It all started on a well timed arrival to Hartsfield-Jackson with a check-in 40 minutes prior to departure. You may say, 40 minutes??!! That is crazy! I saw, pff, it is AWESOME. In and out of security within 10, 15 tops. On the tram and to your gate within another 10, tops (and that is if you are going to one of the last terminals and the last gate people, trust me, I do this A LOT).
Except...sometimes...well, one time, stuff comes up. Stuff being randomly selected to do the "naked" scan. Um, no. TSA employees get paid poorly and I am SURE, that at some point someone is going to hyjack the naked scans and release them to some porn site or some pervert will enjoy the job a little TOO much. Needless to say, I rejected the scan. (foreshadowing)
Why, WHY, did I reject the scan???!?!!??? (and why was I selected? Pale white petite girls are so freaking DANGEROUS. You know, maybe I'll get some really great university to do a study on people of my stature committing terror crimes because I am willing to bet there ARE NONE.)
I got a personalized pat-down, whateves - welcome to every UT football game my senior year, and went on my merry way. (NO CLUE at this point that I was dangerously close to departure time. Because, HA, I just showed the TSA whose boss now biotches!)
Except, I got to my gate and it said CLOSED. And the regional airline flight attendants said I couldn't get on.
Me: Are you serious?? Oh man, I got held up at a security check!
Flight A. #1: Blink. Blink. Blink blink.
Flight A. #2: Sorry, that is policy, 10 minutes before take off. What time do you have?
Me: I fly all the time and this has never happened! They are usually still calling names. Dangit, okay, well, thanks. Is there NOTHING you can do so that I can get on the flight? (pulling out my cell) It is only 12:51!! You really can't open the door?
Flight A. #3: That is policy, maam, sorry. The plane is backing up now.
Me: Okay, thanks anyway. (Walking away, LIAR, planes do not back up four minutes before departure. I HATE regional carriers.)
So yea, I am sitting at the airport...hoping and praying I get on the next flight that is currently oversold as is the one after which also happens to be the last flight out today. I think next time I'll just do the naked scan. Lesson learned.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
That being said, I have a few fellow blog addicts that help feed my addiction. My new blog love is catalog living. If any of you have mother's like mine, you will understand why this is so hysterical. I have so many memories of home decor catalogs just piled up in our house with every room ridiculously pristine. Not to mention, each room has some absurd object that the majority people do not own nor does it have a function of any sort beyond taking a picture for a catalog.
Soooo, do yourself a favor next time you need a smoke break** at work and read this blog.
**I call a quick google reader scan my smoke break. I do not condone smoking nor do I personally smoke ( ; **
***I am terribly saddened by so many newspapers having to shut their doors. I still love print for reading magazines, the WSJ, and books. I don't know that I will ever own a Kindle. I just love the feel of a book in my hands and closing it after that last page. And I especially love owning books that are near and dear to my heart.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
I once got into a very heated argument about whether or not she is the Queen of the South (she is).
We made a very strong connection at a 3-way stop in Brentwood, TN once. It changed my life. She looked at me, I looked at her. It was magical. I could just see in her eyes that she was wishing I was her daughter and then she would give me my own blonde wig and fake eyelashes and er, other things, and it would just be so much fun.
So, in case you love Dolly (or are mildly interested), I present to you Dolly's life in photos!!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I was listening to NPR this morning and they were discussing the man that attempted to bomb Times Square. Specifically, there was a comment made that he possibly chose to plead guilty to reduce his sentence. Does anyone else think it is slightly contradictory that when you are guilty, and you plead guilty, in some cases it is possible to have your sentence reduced? I just mean in general, that is illogical. I know there are instances when it is offered in exchange for information.
Friday, June 18, 2010
In other news. Zoe has successfully dug a hole to China in our backyard. I can't be sure because it is a secret hole but I do know that she is in our backyard for hours and hours, appears out of nowhere when I go to get her and has mud all over her paws. I wouldn't think anything of these things except that she can't hear me unless I actually open the backdoor and she only reappears after several minutes. I imagine it would take a few minutes to climb out of a really really long tunnel. Maybe she is trying to save all the dogs there from being eaten. Maybe I should light a candle and place it near the doggy door so dogs will know they have a safe refuge. I just hope she doesn't get arrested.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
And who’s to share my worry?
Mountains rise and fall all the time
And it doesn’t mean a damn thing to God
So make believe in miracles instead
Who’s to show no fear?
Then cast the first stone at the mirror
Break the spell you put on yourself
And crack your shell wide open again
And make believe in miracles my friends
Who’s to give everything?
Just to serve what they believe in
Cause that’s the way you play the game of life
You create the world you want to see outside
And remember what it’s like to play God
And make believe in miracles again
Oh, make believe in miracles my friends
Monday, April 12, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
You know what is great about living in the U.S.? We get to flush our toilet paper down the toilet.
That's right. In many countries you have to throw away your used toilet paper in a waste basket in the stall. If you thought men's restrooms smelled bad, you can only imagine what a trash can full of other peoples used t.p. smells like.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Is it weird that one of the things I love about my new job / work-place is the bathrooms??