Sunday, May 31, 2009

Drobby bop us off...

Amy, KW and I have begun speaking jibberish this weekend. Well, that, and making odd noises.
KW and I went to Carrabelle this weekend….and I, once again, had a blast. Let me give you all some of the high points of our mini trip.

1. As we were checking into the Inn, a man that KW has deemed “Dark Charlie,” asked me a question that at first I didn’t understand. When I looked to KW for help after the second time he repeated himself (w/o me understanding him), we realized that he was asking us if we were going to “Visit Corrections.” I’m still assuming that he meant “are you going to visit a prisoner?” What do we look like, Dark Charlie, two inmate’s wives? No, there are NOT any conjugal visits in our near future…my goodness.
This brings me to #2…
2. KW and I have come to the conclusion that Dark Charlie might believe us to be women ill repute. With the way we come and go in the Inn, and the hours we keep, and the fact that we keep returning frequently, AND because I pay in cash each time, we think he might have this impression.
3. We’ve all decided that Bobby likes the “booty” song WAY too much. And his Kermit the frog dancing (dancing like he has no backbone) is a little weird. Maybe you should just keep your day job pal. :)
4. Speaking of dancing…KW might need to consider her “bubble” while bustin’ a move. With all the flailin’ around, people and their drinks might be in danger, sweetie. :) Wish I could’ve seen that one. But then again, what is a girl supposed to do when poker face comes on, right??
5. I apparently am not only a nut magnet. I also tend to attract men of a certain caliber (Dark Charlie’s been talking to people in the area, I swear!). I can now add “felons” to my list of men who find me attractive…Now it’s gay men, old men, foreigners, and felons. Where, oh where, is a good “squishy” boy??
6. Onto the jibberish. I noticed myself doing this quite a bit last night. Saying half a sentence to someone, then mumbling under breath the other half of it. Sadly, most of the time, KW and Amy knew what I was talking about. It’s that old tele-pathy, haha. However, this did get us in a bit of trouble last night. As we were speaking jibberish, another guy overheard and thought that we were talking about him….he didn’t appreciate it too much, and wanted to throw down on the KW.
7. My baby daddy and I started talking about how cute our kid would be.
8. Finally, somewhere along the lines, KW got mixed up in saying “Bobby drop us off” and it turned into “Drobby bop us off.” This was the hil-ar-ious phrase of the night (at least to me).

I was so very glad to be able to get away for a bit and have fun with friends. I really needed it after the hellacious week last week. Speaking of which….if I find out who sent a dumb anonymous letter to me by mail, there will be serious heck to pay. I swear, does anyone have a moral-o-meter anymore? Dang. If someone’s going to send me that crap in the mail, they should at least have the balls to own up to it. But I digress…

In other news, I am a college graduate. I made all A’s this semester, so I graduated with a cumulative gpa of 3.9. Yay! I was just so happy to be done for a bit. I’m going to continue on, but it will be nice to have a little bit of rest in between.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Takin' a break

I think that I’m going to take a break from this for a little while. I feel like I’m getting dull and I’m trying to work through some things…so I’m sure you won’t want to listen to that for the next little while. I hope that all is going with ok with everyone, if anyone, that reads this. And I will get back on and blog later on.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

I'd rather have malaria

I’d rather have malaria than…ever have to explain why your son’s resume isn’t needed when writing his obituary.

I’d rather have malaria than…ever have to shave my legs again (dang it, Eve, why did you have to eat the fruit and get all smart? We could have lived blissfully, thinking that furry legs were the height of fashion—I’d better put here that I WILL continue to shave my legs, but I just hate doing it….)

I’d rather have malaria than…hear the phrase “Well, you’ll meet someone…someday.” Ok…yuck.

I’d rather have malaria than…ever have to replace another damn toilet paper roll. (Why in the hell is that always my job…everywhere? I swear, I have “Toilet Paper Roll Changer” plastered on my forehead or something).

I’d rather have malaria than…ever give up one of “my gays.” They provide me with a vast amount of knowledge…and give me invaluable fashion advice.

I’d rather have malaria than…ever have to explain my actions to the sheriff…again.

I’d rather have malaria than…ever have to come up with another “lesson plan” for my “hypothetical” class.

I’d rather have malaria than…to ever have to answer the “so what are your future plans” question again. BTW, I don’t know my future plans yet. I’m debating between going back to school to get my Masters and becoming a bum….I might wind up flipping a coin.

I’d rather have malaria than…listen to yet another saga of “what diet you’re on today.” My gosh, I get it, I probably SHOULD join you…but seeing as how I LOVE m&ms and popsicles and like to be lazy a lot…I probably won’t.

I’d rather have malaria than…sit through a class with professor fuzzy face who likes to make up words….like “generalizability.” (Even Microsoft WORD doesn’t recognize it, D.A.)

I’d rather have malaria than…be asked yet again if “I’ve filled out the visitor’s card” in the church I’ve been attending since 9 months before I was born.

And my all-timer…I’d rather have malaria than…hear how we do it differently here, and how it was much better where you were from. Ok, you can kiss it and drag yourself back to wherever you came from….we don’t need your expertise, we’ve been doing it fine generations….

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

A bit "preachy"

So I couldn’t think of anything to write about….but as I was sitting here, blank, Garth Brook’s “The Dance” came on. I don’t know about y’all, but I am one of Garth’s BIGGEST fans. (BTW, he is STILL some-kind-of sexy. I’d do him…theoretically, of course :-P) I was listening to it thinking ‘how true.’ I’m going through a bit of a rough patch right now (no need to be concerned…just something I’m dealing with). But, I am trying to look back and think “If I had it to do over again, I wouldn’t change anything. I learned, I lived, I loved…and in the end that’s all that matters, right?” My heart may be hurting right now, but really, I have no regrets. Yes, “The Dance” rings true.

I’ve been having a teeny problem with my depression lately. The other day, I was reminded how vitally important it is to smile and say a kind word to people. Sometimes, we may not know what they are dealing with. Just having someone smile at them and say something nice might make their day. I’m not the best person to do this either, but I am going to make a conscious effort to start doing it. What can I say, I am still a work-in-progress.

Off on another tangent, while I am thinking of it. (Mind you, I am also preaching to myself here…because I KNOW that I don’t do everything right, by ANY means) There are some women, who shall remain nameless, that feel that “witnessing” involves cramming religion down other’s throats. Frankly, I believe that what they’re doing isn’t winning anyone to Christ, it is pushing people farther. Before you go chastising others, you might take a long look at your own lives. If you are wanting to witness and tell people about the love of Christ, you might try first doing it with your actions. You are sinners just as everyone else, you ARE supposed to be “different,” but that doesn’t involve you making others feel like the gum stuck to the bottom of your shoes. If we are to be followers of Christ, and strive to be like Christ, we can’t follow parts of the Bible and ignore others (I realize I have work to do in this department, too). I do believe that the Bible said to “Love your neighbor as yourself.” That means to love EVERYONE, not just the people in your clique. I also believe that God is going to be the ultimate Judge, so why are we spending so much time condemning others (all the while ignoring our own actions). We need to start living by example. That is all I will say. But here are some simple ideas for “loving” people…
1. Send a “thinking of you” card to a person going through a rough time.
2. Visit an elderly person at the Nursing home.
3. Send a gift-card anonymously from the local grocery store to someone in need.
4. Call a person that has an illness that has resulted in them being “shut-in.”
5. Holding a door open for someone just as a kind gesture.
6. Take brownies to someone new to the neighborhood.
7. When Valentine’s Day is near, take some generic v-day cards to the local high school and tell the office ladies to disperse them to student’s that wouldn’t normally get anything.
8. (Everyone Southern should do this anyways) Bake something for a family in mourning.
9. Sponsor a child for Christmas (and remember the REAL meaning of Christmas).

As I said, these are just some simple things that might just brighten someone’s day. This
world is going crazy, and everyone seems to be concerned only about themselves. It’s time we do something. What is the next generation going to be like??

I’m sorry if this post seems “preachy,” but it’s something that has been weighing on my mind lately.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

The rants of a girl with a headache…

Call it a bad mood, call it stress, call it PMS (guys love to throw it off as this), call it a girl with a headache….call it whatever you please, but I’m going to rant a little tonight. I can’t be specific as I would like to here, but I just want to say this. I CANNOT SIT AROUND ALL MY LIFE WAITING FOR YOU. Damn. Was it convenience or was it just trying to please your parents that got you into this mess? You cannot always do everything to please your parents and never consider your own feelings. Thirty years from now, you’re going to look back and regret the things that you missed out on while you were spending so much freakin’ time kissing everyone else’s keester.

If you care about me, then care about me…don’t hide from it. If you want to be with me, then do it. “Bust a move.” I have been waiting for so freakin’ long, only to hear that you’re happy with things the way they are. YET, you still want to know what I’m doing, where I’m going, and who I’m with. WTH? I cared, I do care, but I’m not going to spend my life lying in wait. Until you find the balls to own up to how you truly feel, I’m going to keep searching for someone else. ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH! …Not to make an issue of it….haha.
Now onto another rant. I took a dumb quiz on facebook (first one that I’ve ever actually taken)…It was called “What kind of woman are you?” Here was my answer…

result is
Lovely Lady
You are lovely and caring. You help others and spread out a lot of sympathy. Your life aim might be to serve the people. But your weakness is that you forget about yourself, your own needs. All your time is hold back for your friends and family. You are always there for people in trouble. Ready for any emergency. You make a lot of sacrifices just to be a good human. But every woman has her needs, her longings and a destiny. Don't lose yourself in work or curing other people's souls. You will have your own problems in your life. Another problem is that you don't say your opinion when it's right and important to say it. People trample onto your soul if you are always so kind and lovely and helpful. They will play on you. Though you should try to relax more and enjoy your life, you should not lose the gift that was given to you to help others. Not everyone is created this way... You are unique and rare!

Well, ain’t that nice? Here is my teeny tiny problem with this…where does the line get drawn from being helpful and being walked over?? You sacrifice and you sacrifice, only to never have that “good karma” come back to you. Is it just this day and time? Is that the reason everyone is only out for themselves and never concerned with anyone else? I just don’t get it. I cannot be that way. Maybe I’m the weird one, but if I were like that, I couldn’t live with myself. I can play like I'm the biggest biddy on the planet. And I CAN sometimes be. But I really do wear my emotions on my sleeve. It doesn't take much to hurt me. Sometimes, and I know it’s terrible, but I wish I could be less concerned. I wish I could just let things roll right off my back and just not care. I just don’t understand, is there an in-between?? Does anyone have the answer??