Faaammiillyyy Tiiiime!!

Last week was hectic. And stressful. Ya know how you absolutely love your family to pieces but spending more than a day together makes you have thoughts about if you were all stranded on a deserted island, who would you kill first & how you could use their bones for weapons & think "Gee, at least they finally did something useful other than getting the eff under YOUR skin!"? Yeah.. I spent a week at my mother's house this past week. There was a gap between the last day of my last job & my start date so I really didn't have anything else to do.
   September 29th was the Chris Auperly benefit Rodeo, my first ever rodeo. Which I actually saw about 15 minutes of because we were so gosh darn busy in the concession stand from 4-11:30. Everything donated, everything ran out. 149lbs of donated meat, 6 coolers of soda & water, at least 100 hotdogs, etc. It was an awesome experience. Anyhow. The day after, Sunday, I decided to just head to my mother's instead of back home which I'm actually super glad I did.
   Let me just say here, when I was 9 years old my parents got divorced & I basically became Mommy & Daddy to my 6 year old little brother. Laundry, dinner, waking him for school, paying for lunches (through high school. He still doesn't know that every time I told him "Yeah, mom gave me a check for your lunch, I'll go up to the school before work." meant that I was paying for his gosh darn lunches again.), basically everything other than putting a roof over his head/discipline. He's 17 now. He's a senior in high school. Before last week he had his learner's permit & no vehicle. The only car that's legal for him to take his test in is mine & I don't live there anymore, nor can I take him due to the fact that I am not a guardian. We tried a couple different times. No exceptions. Sunday my Dad sent me a text saying he had won at the casino & to find my brother a car for less than 3 grand. I know how that goes so I was ON IT!! Had to find this boy a car STAT! 3 days later after looking through hundreds of listings, talking to a bunch of Craigslist weirdos, meeting with a couple of them, I found the kid a car. A nice one. Nicer and newer than mine actually. He even has a clicker on his keyring. My one frikkin 'this is how i know im successful' goal in life is to have a car with a clicker!! Friday he & my mom took my car & did his driving test. So...for the last 6 months he has been able to do this. I'm there for a week and ALL of it gets done. Did I tell you guys I have a 17 year old child?! I also cancelled every plan I had made in my home town to meet with people about cars all week. I did not see a single friend. Which was the whole homesicky vibey reason for spending the week anyhow. Oh well.
    THAT weekend my bro, aunt & I went to Kansas City, Missouri to kick it with my cousin who is also ways away from family and his comfort zone. I grew up pretty closely with my cousins so they're basically big brothers. Another reason for me being a boy child. JEP is 26 I want to say & he's my favorite family member to be quite honest, his babeh is a little over 1 now. His brother Crocket is 29 and has been over to Cuwait and back now. Well, I have purple hair. Crocket thought it was lame. I got beat up all weekend, like usual. Bruises and all. Gotta love family time!! See what I mean about being the boy child? Got punched on Saturday & still have bruises Wednesday. I sure did miss those fellas!
   Anyhow. It's been a fun-filled, family-filled past week or so for me, I started a new job Monday & I couldn't be happier! Busy busy. Need to keep up with my posts better! Yikes. Uhm. Toodles?!

Nerves.

Oh life, you sure do think you're funny, don't you?! Well I don't. I find you to be kind of a hateful bitch about 87% of the time. Why can't we just be friends? I'm a good friend, I promise. You just have to be nicer to me!
     I'm fixin' to go take a drug screen for a new, better-paying job (yippee!) and I'm nervous. Not because I think I won't pass. I don't do drugs so that's not a problem. But because of my last drug screen experience.
   I thought it would be a quick five minutes tops, go in take a whiz, be done kind of thing so I carpooled with some others who were running errands in Tulsa as well. We went to the clinic place first since it was South and everything else was North. Ya know how whenever you go to do one of those things you always drink a bottle of water on the way so you'll be good and ready to go when you get there? Yeah, I got distracted and forgot to do that. We got there and I didn't have to go, even a little bit. I peed before we left the house because I'm a giant dummy. So I chugged a Coca Cola. Worst soda ever. Gross. Instant tummy ache. I go in & try but still can't whiz. Drink some water, wait a while & try again. This time I did it! It was all full & I was all empty and it was a magical drug screen pee moment wheeennn guess what...I caught the jar on my shorts pulling it out from under me & spilled about half of it. I was empty. There was NO more about to come out... I then had to explain this to the people testing this sample... and the people I had carpooled with... I sent them on their way to come back for me later actually. I was so embarrassed. I drank enough water to keep a camel hydrated for a freakin' summer & stepped back into this bathroom I now considered hell and guess what! I fucking did it AGAIN! I spilled the whole damn cup! All of it! The cup literally flew out of my hand. I even got pee on my shorts. Sooooo about an hour later I tried again and didn't fuck it up this time. I actually got a high five from one of the guys who worked there. "Third time's a charm!" he said. Then I walked to a gas station half a mile away with my pee-shorts and I lost my sunglasses.
    Today has to go better than that.

Curiosity Killed the Cat. Figuratively speaking, I never had a cat.

     I think I may have fudged things up with the boy. He's all distant and such now. Maybe that's just how he rolls. Who knows? Not me, I don't know.
   Let me just explain something here though: If I am curious about something and there happens to be a poor poor soul around who I think might be able to satisfy my curiosity, I am going to ask that person and probably debate whatever answer they give me. I don't know exactly why I do that, but if they have a solid enough arguement behind their answer then bygolly that's the answer I will live by for the rest of my life and nobody will change my mind. Unless of course I go into debate mode with somebody else and they have better points on the subject, or just more entertaining ones. Such as me asking why the sky is blue and one person gives the correct scientific answer, which I find fascinating, and another person claims because there are ninjas hiding in the sky and they're so damn good at what they do the light nearly passes through them, making the sky appear blue. Ya see? Ninjas it is. It is now a fact.
    So when I'm curious and there is an answer available... I ask. Maybe it's a bit inappropriate sometimes and it tends to make people uncomfortable but I'm more of an ask someone to their face type of person than finding out from someone else. I would rather just go to the source and be done with it. For instance if I like someone a lot, I'll put myself out there completely and tell them "Hey I like you. Are you diggin' me? We could kick it more often and see if there's anything here." Or the girls who do that big poofy hair thing that I couldn't even do if I wanted to. I don't do it to offend anyone, be too forward, be pushy, or obnoxious. Just out of curiosity. I've been known to ask poofy-headed girls "Hey, what's up with the poof thang? It looks good and all but did you spend like 6 hours on it?!" It fascinates me. The reasons why people do things and their reactions, fasciniating.
     But yes, this is how I may have destroyed whatever may or may not have been with the boy. I asked where we stood and I think it made me seem suuuper pushy. So not my intention. I'm fine with courting for a decade before a relationship. All that jazz scares the bajeezus out of me. I was just wondering if maybe there could be something here. Eventually. I didn't even mean like tomorrow, or a month from now, just at some point, otherwise I'm wasting my time. I was curious about his end and since I'm not a mind reader, I asked. Oops. I suppose it'll work out if it's supposed to.
     Random tidbit: At the fair the other day ordering cotton candy the fellow working had a wonderful Austrailian accent...I may have asked him to repeat his name for me several times just so I could hear him talk. Due to me grinning like a fool every time he opened his mouth, I think he was on to me. He kept repeating it for me though, oh Johan from the fair!

Thoughts about my life. Blah.

Just had an impromptu visit from my bestie from 170 miles away. I haven't seen him in quite a moment and his visit has made me quite chipper. Since moving August 22nd, I've missed my family and besties. The nieces this weekend was quite delightful. 2 of my favorite little ladies, I had missed them bunches. Some quality sister time & an old friend. And today seeing the bestie. It has been the bestest. Despite the twilighty stuffs. (: This chick is happy.
    In other news. I have decided that since I may have ruined things with the boy by coming accross as too pushy, which I did not mean to do at all and my nosey-ish sister may have made a trillion times worse, I'm slightly giving up. Meaning...I am backing the hell off. If he invites me over/to do something, I will surely go. If he calls, I will surely answer. If he texts, I will surely reply. Probably quickly too. I'll still send a funny picture I come across during the day or a song perhaps and comment on a facebook status if I can directly relate to it but otherwise I am initiating nothing. I do not want him to think I have forgotten about him or anything to that effect but he likes space and time so he shall have it. This is so far beyond my comfort zone it's literally giving me stomach cramps but here it goes. The fact that my heart sort of hurts & there's a lump in my throat at the thought of losing him (before I ever even had him) tells me he's worth the wait.
    Man, feelings are hard. All of this deep thought puts me in a beer-drinking mood.
Speaking of which. I decided today that for my 21st birthday, which is on a Sunday in March, I would like to buy myself a 12 pack since I will be old enough, and enjoy the day to myself. Most likely. Hopefully by then I will be sitting in my very own studio apartment and have some sort of gaming console so I can play some zombies and hopefully kick mad ass like usual. I would much rather do that than go out for my twenty-first. My goal here is basically by my twenty-first to have an apartment, have it tastefully furnished & be doing well with a bit of money in the bank. This being the reason I applied to many positions for job number two today. Job #1 is okay but the hours & the money just aren't enough. Job #2, I'm trying for full time. I'm gonna run my ass ragged. I'm excited. Hopefully I can bring in the New Year in my own apartment and hopefully this year I will have a New Year's kiss. If not, that'll be okay too.
    Happy & thoughtful today. Interesting, isn't it?

Some SuperNaturally twilight type bullstuff yo!

Okay soooo do you ever have those moments when something creepy happens like you're camping at a new place and it's all dark and floody and you realize everyone is paired up horror movie style and you start going through who would die first in your head and kind of psyche yourself out because you realize it's also the perfect setting for all of this to go down?! My sister and I definitely had one of those moments last night. Let me set the mood for you...
   It was a dark and chilly evening, the moon was hidden by the clouds, we could hear wolves howling in the distance... 
     Okay no sorry, just kidding. Actually we went to visit a friend in the hospital, a guy I haven't seen in years and who would have guessed it, he's still the bees knees. Sigh. Anyhow. Hospital. Already creepy right? Those places sketch me out somethin' fierce as it is. We went at like 9pm-ish too, so that didn't really help. So we walk in and ask the security guy "How do we get to room Eighty Seventeen" and he said "Put one foot in front of the other." Ha... ha. I appreciated it, my sister didn't. But then he told us "Go in to the elevators right behind me. Go to the eighth floor. Don't make any turns." Which was perfect direction. When we got out of the elevators on the eighth floor we turned down the hall (the only option we had) and walked straight until we got to the room we needed. Hung out, caught up, blah blah, fast forward to leaving. 
     Walked all the way down the hall to the end where the elevators were & press the down button. Get in there & it looked strange. There was another set of doors, like it was a service elevator, but there was no sign saying that's what it was. We proceeded to go to the first floor. Doors opened (Yes, it was the correct set, still facing the way we were facing originally.) and we were in the totally wrong place. If ever there was about to be a zombie apocolypse and I was panicking because I had no weapon and was completely unprepared it was this moment in time. We walked out to floor 1 and to our left were double doors with a cafeteria. To the right, a long hallway with double doors at the end, no window. We walked to the right and there were signs that said TRAUMA and another hallway that branched off and ended. It was all plain white, no border, no fancy hospital pictures on the walls, no color whatsoever. Unless you count the beige, windowless double doors. Which I don't. So uhm we walked back to the elevators and said F that noise. Oh and why were there NO people in the trauma area?! Or the cafeteria?! Despite the fact that it was 11 on a Saturday night, so I can understand there not being anyone in the dimly lit cafeteria. But it was 11 o'clock on a Saturday night and there was nobody directly in front of us where it said trauma. Or even doctors. Or anyone. No voices down the hallways even. Eek.
     Back on the elevator, we hit 2, just wanting to get the eff out of there. Still anticipating zombies. We get to 2 and the doors took forever to open (and it looked exactly the same when they finally did) so we decided to hit 8 and go back and start over buuuttt the elevator went back to floor 1. So we hit the 8 again, kind of freaked out at this point. We get back to the 8th floor & the elevators we had originally taken (directly behind the security guard on the ground floor) were like 10 feet away. Honest mistake though. We had walked all the way to the end because that's where we had come out at. We didn't know there was a second set of elevators so when we went to leave we walked all the way to the end. yeah. Anyhow. We get on these ones, the correct set, and get back down to the ground floor. Which was right this time. But here's what's weird & I'm going to try my absolute best to map it out so you understand...

    The service elevators are South of the regular. When we exited Service Vators still facing South, there was a cafeteria to our left. When we exited Regular Vators on the ground floor (putting us already north of the other vators and of the cafeteria) we had to walk North in order to get to the cafeteria... There's only ONE cafeteria on the ground floor guys. So I don't understand this twilighty other dimension bullstuff and it's really got me freaked out. Along with the fact that the only person we saw at all once we got on the elevators at all was the security gaurd we saw at the very beginning of our visit. The guy who told us not to make any turns, remember? The only turn we made ever was to get on the elevators, when we got on the wrong set. I don't know about you but that jazz is enough to weird me right the eff out. 

Political-ish Mumbo Jumbo

     With today being September 11th and all my Facebook has been blowing up with posts about it all day. I am fully supportive of every person who lost someone in the tradgedies that took place 11 years ago, supportive of the men and women who risked their lives to save and help people and families and supportive of survivors who lived through such things. However, I find it offensive to post or like the photos that show the Twin Towers being crashed into. Someone's loved one was dying at that moment, how is liking it going to show respect?! Photos of the towers still intact as well as the pentagon or service men and women, those are respectful photos.This has been bothering me all day. 
     Another thing that really bothers me is mourning the loss on this day. What's wrong with every other day of the year as well?! I didn't lose anyone on this day but if I had I would be a little bit upset at the whole idea of remembering today. If it were my loved one I would think of them daily and not wait until just today to make that known. People get so caught up in the masses I think they forget what we're really talking about here.
    On another note. Every soldier we have lost in any war... I believe their death could have been avoided. Obviously we (The United States) and anyone we have been at war with EVER have something in common. Each individual person whose sons, daughters, husbands, and wives who have gone off to fight for our countries and not made it home... their families did not want to lose them. Why is it that our countries could not come to SOME agreement and make SOME sacrifice other than human lives?! I just don't understand. I'm not politic-savvy by any means, I tend to stay out of the whole mess. It's this philosophy about avoiding the things that hurt my heart and piss me off. But I just don't see how we find anything more important than our loved ones.. enough so to ask them to sacrifice their lives. It will never really make sense to me.

SIGH!!

Single Life = One Big Partay! Whoo!

Once again I have Xs on my hands -As in, oh gee hey look I'm STILL not 21, don't serve me a drink. Don't you do it! Oh and if you see me drinking from across the room you will surely notice the big ass Xs from tonight and every other night ever because they're damn near impossible to scrub off!!- and woke up with a sty in my left eye. Ouch.

 I was up until past 4am. Why?! I hate these late nights.

 I'm twenty and single so I should be out drinking, having a good time, and making bad choices. Or so everyone else my age seems to think.Which is probably the reason I tend to find myself with an older crowd the majority of the time... Sure, single life is fun. I can do what I want, when I want, with no consequences, (responsibly), and have nobody to answer to. Which at times is really cool. I have a lot of guy friends and at any given time can do as I please such as going to dinner or movies, roadtrips, etc. without worrying about it being perceived wrong but at the end of the night I'm still going home alone. No, I'm not promiscuous. I lay in my bed. Alone. If I share a bed with a friend rather than drinking and driving, which I do a lot, we use separate blankets and stick to our own sides. Anyhow. Point being. As I was laying in bed at 5 am, still awake... I was thinking about how tired of all of this I am. I miss having someone to check in with when I'm out with my friends. I would love having someone to come home to. I would enjoy having a partner to be excited with me when something good happens at work, when instead I have nobody significant to share it with. I'm young but I would much rather be in bed by 11, midnight if I'm feelin' crazy, and up by 8 at the latest to start my day.

Picture perfect day: 

-Day starts around 7:30. Tell my fella good morning & wish him a good day.

- Straighten up the house, do some light chores.

- Head off to work.

-Come home to my fella: Cook dinner, play some video games/watch a movie/whatevs & drink a couple beers if it's been a long day.

- Head off to bed all cuddled up, feeling cozy and secure.

-Do it all again.

Instead it's work, go out with friends, drink in excess, listen to people be dramatic, eat out, blah blah.

I'm tired of being alone I guess.

More than that though...I was fine with being by myself, enjoying it actually, until I met my fella. The one I just haven't made mine yet. He provokes all these feelings of wanting to be with somebody and I'm not sure it'll happen. Which is probably the reason for the ridiculous loneliness all the sudden.

So I'm thinking I need one of these doodads!!

How sweet, right?! It could definitely replace the gagillion pillows I sleep with every single night. Realistically, I sleep with four pillows. And none of them go under my head. I can't sleep with a pillow under my head at all. I'll put it on top of my face though, or lay on my stomach and have a pillow covering the back of my head. I don't know why. It's weird. I'm weird. Oh well. Point being. If I had one of these super comfy looking doodads, I would be comfy and content. Yeah buddii. 

Well I'm off for now. Brennan and Booth are calling me to the television set and I had probably make myself look decent-ish because I have a feeling around 9o'clock I'll be recieving a "Let's finish this bottle tonight!" kind of text. To which I will reply something along the lines of "I'm there. Do I have to put on pants?" Which I will regaurdless because there is a 50/50 chance of this super-studly cutie with perty blue eyes being there who I would never even consider touching but would like to catch checking me out at least once so I don't feel so creeper-weird for appreciating his looks ever so muchly. Oh those blue eyes get my attention every time!!

20 going on 65

I am officially old. It's true. I'm the oldest 20 year old you'll ever meet. It's kind of ridiculous. Part of me finds it humorous and part of me is a little bummed. Is this really how I want to spend my twenties?!

Let me just lay out my weekend for you so you can get a good idea of what the eff I'm talking about!
Friday: Got off work at 9pm, went home & went to bed. 
Saturday: Woke up around 9 am. Lounged around until work. Got off work at 9pm.
                 Went to a family shindig where I was designated driver.
                     -Not really family but my dad came into town and was at a buddys house who I have                     known since before I could walk. People I grew up with and such so I had to make a special    guest appearance because they all love me and I love them and uhm yeah.
                 Left the family shindig around 11 to head to the bar where I was designated driver.
                 Left the bar for the boy's house, where I was designated driver.
Yay for being responsible!!
Sunday: Hung out with the boy until around noon 
                  -Discovered that my hip is out of place. That's pretty normal for me actually though.   Usually it's the left one though and I'm not quite sure how to pop the right one back in yet.
              Rode on my Dad's Harley out to lunch. More family time.
              Home to do laundry and scrapbook.
Today: Since I didn't have to work until 3pm, my internal clock decided to wake me at 7am.
             Treated myself to Taco Bell where I totally caught some guy checking me out right after he totally caught me checking out his car. -Would it have been wrong of me to give him my number so I could have a chance at riding in his sweet 60something Chevelle?! I didn't. It looked as though he was selling it. He wasn't bad looking though. I totally would've pimped myself out on a date in an attempt to drive that car just once.
             Pirates of the Caribbean rules.

Sooooo to recap: My weekend was spent being designated driver and Sunday Funday, the day I could have drank and had some fun, I did laundry, scrapbooked and had an out-of-place hip. Do I sound 20 or 65 to you?!?!

Oh and on a sidenote. Riding across town on the back of a Harley and back with an out of place hip will surely make you want to shoot yourself in the face. I would not suggest it. On the list of unfunnest things to do ever it's probably in the top five. AND motorcycles scare the bajeezus out of me anyway. As well as bridges and heights. Even in a car.So I was half way panicattacking about every 5 minutes. That was my excitement for the weekend.

Fairy Tale Anyone?

Daisies & Marigolds    

   Once upon a time there was a young boy with a pet dragon who he loved very much. This kid was super rad, the very definition of tall dark and handsome, with airbrushed on, this-is-sparta type super chiseled abs and dark eyes a girl could get lost in for days. Oh and he also had a nice personality and was super gentlemanly and funny & stuff. 

     In a far away land there was a girl with a pet dinosaur who happened to be a bad ass. The dinosaur, not the girl. The girl was pretty rad too though, with her big bust and super duper sandwich making abilities. These youngins knew nothing of each other for many many years though they both stared up at the night sky after each day of their similarly awesome lives, feeling that there was something else out there. See, he was a Prince and she was a Princess & both had been born into kingdoms at war with these evil creatures that constantly sang the songs you hate most. For each warrior it was different. For the boy, Prince SuperStudlyDreamBoyPrinceGuy, it was the song of the Bieber. For Princess Lovely AwesomeSuperGreatCatchGirl it was the Pon-tune, such an evil sound. 

     Many years into their lives, we'll say like 25, always having been in battle, they had both taken these battles to the source, the home of these horrible sing-song creatures. Many great warriors were lost along the way but when they reached the home of these RihannaGagas, (their technical name), the boy and girl met finally and very unexpectedly. See, neither had known of any other kingdoms left, nobody had. They were strangely drawn to each other, probably because they were both stunningly gorgeous & skilled in seven different types of Badassery. The boy climbed atop his dragon and the girl atop her dinosaur, they banded together and with their two kingdoms united sang a song they knew the rihannagags could not beat. The single greatest song known to any man in any kingdom: Don't Stop Believin'. They sucked all the horrid energy from the RihannaGagas, they way they had done to their soldiers, and conquered them and their land once and for all. Whilst in battle flashmob style Prince RyanStamosStudlyMofo and Princess SweetSexyAwesomeSauceness neglected to realize his dragon, Daisy, and her dinosar, Marigold, (Yeah, it's a weird name for a boy but the boy is also a dinosaur, you're going to get picky now?!), had joined tails and mated for all eternity AvatardSoulMate style, which is totally weird because there was people on their backs but hey, Journey has that kind of power over people. Yes dragons and dinosaurs are people too, Journeys love powers don't judge. So naturally the Prince and Princess couldn't separate the two, the bond was unbreakable. The Prince and Princess decided to stay and rule the RihannaGagas newly destroyed kingdom and sent most of their original warriors home to report this news to their parents and former kingdoms.

    They were now King and Queen of their very own kingdom and fell in love very quickly. They listened to lots of Journey and lived happily ever after.

The End.

Know What Really Grinds My Gears?!

Dogs that beg. Really. Fawking. Pisses. Me. Off.
Scenerio: You're over at a family members house, they've spend hours preparing a nice meal that has been planned for weeks. Ya know, the kind of thing your parents maaade you go to as a kid. Everyone sits down to eat, at the table, all awkwardly and whatnot because it's family and nobody really likes each other anyway and, well, you know how it goes. So to add to this already super duper situation, you're sitting there and this huge dog...Don't get me wrong, I love dogs. The bigger, the better...anyway, huge dog comes up and sticks it's nose practically  in your plate. Now, I expect cats to have personal space issues but even they know better than to get on the table when the table is surrounded by people, and if they don't then the owner is at fault and possibly a complete idiot. So this dog has it's face in your face while you're trying to eat, of course it doesn't listen to you... So whoever's house this is, perhaps Uncle Fred & Aunt Edna, they're constantly yelling at their dogs to leave you the hell alone & let you eat. Meanwhile across the table Cousin Eddie is feeding the fucking mutts under the table, which Fred & Edna encourage. Uhm...Why do you think they fucking beg while you're eating?! 
    After you all make it through dinner and are already super pissed off...the leftovers are not divided up & offered but fed to the dogs, in the dining room, where you all just finished eating, straight from the table to the floor. Soooo...The dogs just got rewarded with the food that they wanted from the very beginning. It's not their fault they beg. This is the part where I have to step outside to smoke a cigarette, (even though I'm not a smoker & everyone knows this), or for fresh air, or something...to keep from open-handed-slapping Aunt Edna straight across the face or even grabbing the dish the meat was served on & literally just hitting Uncle Fred upside the head with it!!

*Point number 2, which is basically the same damn thing....
   As if Edna & Fred aren't pissing me off enough already... They're grandbaby is coming over later. So Uncle Fred baby-proofs the house. I don't mean baby gates and whatnot, I mean the kid is a year old and likes to get into stuff which apparently means removing all the decorative stuff from the coffee tables & everything within reach every time the kid is over. Which is a few hours each day. 
   I don't have kids or anything so maybe I'm wrong here but if the kid is old enough to be curious...maybe you should begin teaching him the things he can and can't play with. Such as...Hey kid, don't bang shit on the coffee table! Coasters are not for you! Putting candles in your mouth is yucky!
What the fuck does moving it every time do?! Geez. Oh, the kid has been taught to share his food with the dogs though!!

My dear mother tells me she feels sorry for my kids, when I do have them. Maybe my ideas are a bit strict but never will I see my dogs knock over my baby because they're used to food being shared with them. I do not plan to move something two or three times a day so my children don't get into it, they will know better. There are things they can play with & things they can't. So why not teach them the difference when they begin to be curious about those things? My dogs will occasionally eat what I do. They'll be rewarded for not begging & fed a treat either outside or near the back door...not where I eat. See how that works? Yikes people...

My Many Obsessions

Today we'll talk about all of my unhealthy obsessions!

    I'm super obsessed with new socks. Not plain ones though, never plain ones. The Spidey ones are my current favorite with Cinderella coming in at a close second. Beyond that I wear mostly knee-high socks. You will never see me without socks on either, because as much as I love socks, I equally hate feet. The damn things weird me out. Pretty sure they have something to do with aliens, funny looking damn things. Uck. Always socks & usually Chucks.

     Which brings me to obsession #2, unless you count the negative obsession with feet, but I don't. Because they're stupid and they don't deserve a number. Number TWO, that's right, two, is Converse. Yeah, the ones people played basketball in around the 50s, the ones that are super popular in all my 80s movies which I dearly love. I wear high tops with everything. Shorts included. Graduation day, I wore a pretty dress under my robe & guess what?! Yep! Chuck Taylors. My old worn out ones, featured in the photo above. Every school dance, (even one Prom), every skirt, dress, shorts, outfit, CHUCKS. If I could marry shoes...well I still wouldn't because they have too close of a relationship with feet, but dammit it would be a hard decision!

   Numero Tree. Red Bull. I firmly believe that it does, in fact, give you wings. I'm not sure how many I will have to drink first, but it will happen. Like a "How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie-pop" kind of thing. If all else fails I'll bite the damn tootsie pop and by that I mean I will drink a Red Bull while skydiving or doing a drunken flip or something but dammit I will fly and it will be attributed to Red Bull. Plus, it's delicious and it makes my heart rate faster. Who needs to do cardio when you could have an energy drink-induced heart attack?! That's right, not me!

     Four: Super Heroes. I am supereffinginlovewithsuperheroes. Spidey socks. Spidey backpack which is my purse due to pure awesomeness and lack of femininity . Batman tramp stamp on my car. I went to see the Batmobile on tour and the Tumbler. Which freaking blew my mind! My heart and thoughts went out to those who were affected by the shooting in the theatre this year bbuuuttt I still saw Batman in theatres. Because I would have died happy at that moment. I will one day marry Batman but I plan to have Captain America's babies so...I guess they'll have to work that one out somehow.

...To be continued...

Star Wars?! I think yes!!

Before I tell on myself I feel I should remind you this is a judge-free zone..and here it goes...

     I have somehow made it through twenty years of life without watching a single Star Trek or Star Wars movie. As well as Godfather, Part 1-35; or however the hell many there are, Rocky movies, or the Lord of The Rings. I also haven't watched the Twilight movies but that's because of personal preference and my lack of enjoying shitty movies/books.
Anyway! Today I watched Star Wars episode 1 aannnddd I am blown away!! At first I was weirded out, to be honest, but after about twenty minutes I was already planning out my super badass life as a Jedi when I grow up! Which I know won't actually happen, I'm not a crazy person, I credit it to the fact that I refuse to grow up. I would much rather use Jedi mind tricks to persuade people than using the "I'm a girl" card & running my jayjay in front of their face instead of my hand. Same end effect, I get what I want, but so much more badass!
     So this brings me to question everyone in life right now. Why did nobody tell me how freaking cool these movies are? Is it because they don't like me and didn't want to let me in on the awesomeness? Is it because they thought I was too lame to handle it the wicked coolness that is the Jedi?! It looks to me like I need to have a long talk with everyone I know. Tomorrow though, because I have two more movies to watch this evening. I might even watch them all twice, because I know for a fact I did not pay close enough attention the first time. It's like reading a good book, only I didn't even have to read & I'm stoked for more. In conclusion...I will now spend the next 6-8 hours making up for my lost time with Star Wars.