Monday, March 29, 2010


Ok, so my title has nothing to do with my actual blog post....but I did watch The Goonies this weekend.  Wow, 20 whole days since my last post...lots and lots has happened.  Some of it I don't recall, I thank my sister in law and our best friend alcohol for that.  But here's what I do know:

  • I still haven't completely unpacked...and I've been here over a month.  Pretty awesome huh?  I really love digging through boxes to find my stuff.  It makes my daily life a bit more challenging...and who doesn't like a good challenge?

  • Not being unpacked is a really good thing right now because I'm moving again.  Not a crazy move this time...we're getting a house at the lake.

  • I killed my beloved BlackBerry.  Not intentionally, but it is officially dead.  I have to say it put up a hell of a fight.  RIP dear phone,  miss new BlackBerry sucks.  My brother is trying to convince me to get an iPhone.  I'm actually considering it...which I never thought I would do.

  • Getting a house at the lake is going to be completely fucking ridiculously amazing.

  • Last Thursday my brother and I ditched work and went to the lake to see if we could find the house from the water.  We did.  It was the first time I had seen it...and I'm in love.  Also, while we were on the lake Mother Nature remembered that she hates me, so there was a torrential downpour and it got really freakin' cold.  We had to take cover under a bridge.  But at least I didn't catch pneumonia.  Take that Mother Whore Nature.

  • My brother's daughter spent the weekend with us.  We had some arts & crafts/cooking time and produced some pretty kickass Easter stuff.  I have the best nieces and nephews on the planet.  If I were a better aunt I would probably have pics to post....but at least they are on Facebook.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

I Probably Need Therapy

Really Life & Style magazine? Really?

Apparently you can’t give a little girl a “boy’s” haircut or let her wear pants without the world having a complete meltdown and possibly exploding. Sure the kid has some tomboy tendencies.  According to the article she only responds to the name "John". Which, of course, means there is something deeply wrong with her upbringing, possibly evil, and definitely worth consulting a panel of stylists and psychological experts over.  *rolls eyes*  It had nothing to do with the fact that she wanted to be John or Peter from Peter Pan.  Holy shit the kid has short hair and watches Disney movies...quick, someone alert the media.  Hmm, my 4 year old niece Kambree when in trouble tells us all that it wasn't her, it was Crazy Helen who was bad.  She also refuses to wear pink, and would prefer blue or camouflage (like her PawPaw).  Maybe we should have her evaluated too.  My 3 year old nephew put on his Wolverine costume as soon as he got home last night and refused to take it off.  This child is obviously unhinged.  When I was 3 I was constantly stripping naked just because I hated being in clothes.  Also, I had short hair as a child because I was a pain in the ass and didn't want anyone brushing it.  And there was that one incident where I cut my own hair.  It's a miracle I'm not a nudist hairdresser today.

But back to Life & Style....I wonder if they really think Brad and Angelina are attemping to turn Shiloh into a boy or if this was just all calculated to cause controversy and boost circulation.  I am not linking to the article, but if you wanna read it in it's entirety I'm sure google can help you out. Some of the things that jumped out at me were that they called her haircut “shockingly short” and that it pushes the boundaries into “cross-dresser territory”.  They even quote an “expert,” though I can't stomach calling him that, from of all places Focus on the Family.  I may have to go take a vomit break in a moment.

Are people's views so limited, their definitions so rigid that they can't see that life is wonderful because of our differences...not in spite of them? Life to me, would be unbearable without variation and possibilities and freedom. If a little girl wants to cut her hair short, run around in cargo pants and avoid ruffles like the plague, why should you even care? What is so threatening or scary or wrong with letting children just be themselves? I  personally don't have any children, but I feel that if more people let their kids express themselves freely....wear what they wanted, pursue what they wanted, be who they wanted, love who they wanted...this crazy world of ours might just be the better for it.

Life really is way too short to sweat the small stuff. And a haircut and clothes, well that’s beyond small, it’s microscopic. Am I completely and totally nuts?  I'm curious as to how the parents out there feel about this.


...I can't wait to see this movie

*I tried to resize this three times...but I am obviously not smart enough to figure out how to make it exactly right. Go me! But honestly it's better if you put it in full screen mode anyway ;)

I Feel Like Such A Slacker

In the wake of my latest cross-country move I have totally neglected my whole Day Zero Project thing.  I have really got to get on the ball with that.  1001 days goes by much quicker than I would have thought.  After a few failed attempts at logging in...yes, it's been that long and I forgot my log in information...I was told that I'm down to 934 days and my list is currently 9% complete.  EEK! 

What is it they say about good intentions?

Monday, March 8, 2010

Poptart Monkeys and Jager Bombs

All I can say about Saturday night is, "wow did that really happen?".  Five of us loaded up and went to Atlanta to go out.  First stop was Andretti's, because the guys wanted to race the go karts.  While at Andretti's I lost my ID.  I discovered this when I ordered a drink and got carded.  It was in my back pocket, so there is really no telling where it fell out it.  We searched the car, the restroom, the smoking area outside, checked with the office to see if it was turned in...and no luck.  After leaving Andretti's we went to this steak house to eat.  Sandy, my lovely sister in law, got the brilliant idea to order margaritas.  I ordered water.  Nick, our designated driver, chugged my water for me so that Sandy could pour the margarita in my water glass.  Sneaky sneaky.  Our next mission was to somehow get me in a bar or club.  I am 32 years old....and we're sneaking me alcohol and into bars...I felt like a teenager again.  My brother knows the lovely gentleman that owns a bar called Peachtree Tavern (imagine that), so we were able to get in there.  After several Jager and Redbulls a band started playing.  They were called the Poptart Monkeys...and I was either really drunk, or they were really good because I really enjoyed the show.  Sandy managed to get pulled onto the stage to dance with the guitar player....and Jamie and I were not prepared with the cameras.  I also met a really cute girl and we exchanged phone numbers.  I have her in my phone as "hot girl", because I couldn't hear her name over the band.  So now I'm not sure I'm going to call her.  Oh well.
On the way home my brother cooked up a plan to have a friend of his pull us over.  The guys were sitting up front plotting, and us girls were in the back clueless.  When we saw the blue lights, we freaked out.  I'm not sure why we freaked out...I mean we had a sober designated driver.  As far as I know there is no law about being a drunken passenger in Georgia...but it's still scary to get pulled over no matter what.
By the time we got back home it was like we decided it would be a GREAT idea to go wake up our friend Al.  Surprisingly enough he wasn't mad...he was amused.  He didn't even get mad when Sandy and Bradley were goofing around and knocked a picture off the wall and broke it.  He offered to make us all some breakfast....but we decided it was probably time to go home and crawl into bed.  I layed in bed and slept/watched movies until like 3 in the afternoon.  Nick and Jamie came over last night and we all laughed and made fun of each other for all the stupid shit we had done the night before. 
Today it's back to behaving, working, and attempting to act like an adult.  Wish me luck...I seem to have issues in that department.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

It Makes Me Smile

This is going to be a slightly different version of the "It Makes Me Smile" series...before I talked about a physical I want to talk about my nephew.  Those of you who really know me, know that my nephew, Max, has a rare genetic disorder.  And when I say rare, I mean there have only been just over 30 confirmed cases.  He has a Carnitine-acylcarnitine translocase (CACT) deficiency.  He also has epileptic seizures, staph, and well the poor baby is just sick all the damn time.  Two days ago my sister in law and I were out and about with little Max, we were eating at On The Border and he had a seizure.  That was my first time witnessing one of his seizures...and it scared the hell out of me.  What really amazes me is that he is one of the happiest, most loving babies I've ever been around in my life.  I can't imagine how scary and painful everything he's going through is...and as a toddler you know he can't possibly understand what's going on with his little body.  But he's an inspiration to me...I mean he can still put a smile on that cute little face and cuddle and play and act "normal",  kinda makes me feel bad for all the bitching and whining and complaining that I do.  Maybe I should evalute my life and my attitude a little bit and be thankful that I'm healthy and try to keep a smile on my face to match his.

Monday, March 1, 2010

I Had To Use My Spidey Sense For This One

Following is my wake-up Sunday morning:

Sandy (sister in law):  hey, sis wake up

Me:  (groggy)  hmmm, what?

Sandy:  hey, come on get up.  will you help me go shop for the stuff for Mason's (my newphew) birthday party?

Me:  ok, when's the party.

Sandy:  3 o'clock


Needless to say we scrambled during the shopping process, and then scrambled at the house to get everything clean and decorated.  But a fun time was had by all.  Mason had a fabulous SpiderMan party!  Happy Birthday Moose!!!