I've Moved!

At least I think I've moved. I’m in transition until I decide otherwise. My new blog can be seen at www.taraleeblogs.wordpress.com. Just replace the “blogspot” with “wordpress”. Enjoy! 

FAME!

A co-worker took me out to lunch last Friday to “thank” me for all the hard work I do…Actually she wanted to take me out for having me do a job that we technically don’t do anymore that is a pain.in.the.ass. Nevertheless, it is my job, but I obliged to the luncheon and was allowed to bring a friend (co-worker).

We ate at Rumi’s Kitchen a Persian cuisine. We were supposed to go to Double Zero (I wanted the pizza), but they were closed for lunch (LAME). This is important for my co-worker was having a surprise shipped to Double Zero, but she didn't make the reservation till the day of and then realized they were closed so had to have my “surprise” re directed. The surprise was quite one in fact! She’d had my friend (co-worker) ask me my favorite cake, I said ice cream or cookie, my favorite color, it’s BLUE or RED and my favorite Disney character (???) it’s Aurora from Sleeping Beauty. Shit you could even get away with Ariel (even though I've realized recently she’s a spoiled selfish batch). My surprise came out at desert. It was a large cookie concoction with Aurora painted on the center cookie. Lovely for a 5 year old, thoughtful and funny for a 31 year old. It is the thought that counts and it was very sweet.

Anyways, as I do I was very overwhelmed and taking pictures all over the place. Every dish, every plate (I loved the plates I want them for my home) and ourselves. I’m new to Foursquare so after checking in I also posted a couple pics to their page. The manager and wait staff were very friendly, talking to us and making sure our experience was up to par (it was). They asked if they could take a picture of us to post to their facebook wall to which we were very eager to pose. They got our names and said they’d tag us when they post it.

I decided this morning to check in on Rumi’s Kitchen on facebook. After scrolling down a bit I noticed one of my pictures, used to describe their Pistachio Baklava desert. I recognized it right away, because my angles are recognizable and the border around the picture is from my favorite app (hipstimatic disposable, no longer available). I went ahead and “liked” the page and commented on the picture telling them we had a great time and thanks for sharing my picture. As well, I shared the link to my facebook page J It feels good to have something like that posted. 

My Weekend at Woodbury

I’d been thinking about blogging and how I haven’t been blogging and then my dad mentioned it to me this weekend saying he’s bored he needs me to blog. Thank goodness for him I had some weekend adventures.

I attended a wedding with TGIS this weekend and the site of the wedding just happened to be where Sweet Home Alabama was filmed. Well parts of it anyways. This gave me the GREAT idea to hunt down some of The Walking Dead locations on our Sunday. His parents live in Newnan so we figured we’d drop the kid off with them and go from there.

Right around the corner we hit up the site where the Governor pits Daryl and Merle against each other in a ZOMBIE filled arena. It was pretty cool. From there we decided to head to Senoia. On the way to Senoia we saw Barbie’s Beach on a road side. Apparently this guy just sets these Barbies out and it’s a thing. Happy he does, it was funny. We ate in Woodbury (not the real Woodbury, the made up Woodbury in Senoia) and saw some Walking Dead props (everything like the "wall" had been gated away or covered) and Fried Green Tomatoes locations.  From there we decided to quest out for the Prison. When we got on the line we were sent out to Griffin (30 minutes from where we were in the middle of no man’s land with absolutely NO cell reception) to a tiny little “prison”, West Georgia Correctional Facility (or something like that). Turns out this was NOT the prison location. The prison location is actually on site at the Raleigh Studios which was where we were, in Senoia. Regardless, it’s not about the destination it’s the adventure and we did see where Merle had his last drink and we did happen upon the real Woodbury and we had a good time. 

We had some time to kill so on the way back we hit up Senoia Race Way. We went through a path, that I don’t think we were suppose to take, through a gate, that I don’t think was suppose to be open, and through the grass that I’m happy my car made it through. I had to pee and I didn’t have my Go Girl  (that you can now get at target) so with some advice from TGIS and his (female) cousin I decided to prop my bottom up against a ticket booth (a good ways away from where we were standing) and go for it. I did have napkins in my glove box after all. So, I’m out there, doin my thing and I hear a car coming. My first thought is “OH shit someone’s coming to tell us we’re not supposed to be down here” but I look back and it’s TGIS hauling ASS to my pissing location HONKING, totes messing with me. Now I’m laughing so hard I can’t finish. I finally do finish and ha.ha.ha look at me trying to pee on a ticket booth.

We finished up the day with dinner at The Alamo, which according to TGIS’s mother Daryl and Carole have been spotted hanging out here, the pizza was fabulous, TGIS snuck some pineapples on half because he knew I liked them, and walking through a house that I have to own next door to his parent’s house. The weekend was fun, spent with good adventures and good peoples. Hopes to do it again soon.

Adventures with TGIS

The other night the guy I’m seeing (TGIS) asked me to accompany him in picking up a mower he’d purchased off of craigslist in downtown Roswell. As you do I got the urge to go potty half way there, but didn't want to be that guy and make him stop (thank you water). When we pulled up he said he had to go really bad and I was happy because I wasn't the only one.

After shooting the shit with the seller of the mower, blah blah blah, he had a great property and OWNED CHICKENS, we were finally on our way out to find a gas station to relieve ourselves. As we’re turning around I spotted a porto and said, “well we could just go here” to which he thought about for a second then decided not to saying “I don’t do portos”. After me giving him shit for a while about “not doing portos” as if he was too good for a porto and I will just go anywhere when I gots to go, he admits he didn't want to make me use a porto (aw how sweet).

We pull into a shell, and thank goodness we passed on the porto because, there’s this amazing fish tank in there. Not only do they have this fish tank that I’m snapping all kinds of pictures of, they have a growler/bar. The.Best.Gas.Station.In.Ever.

Fast forward a couple of days and I’m getting ready to head out to the beach for the family vacation, all while watching my brother and sister-in-law’s Great Dane, Bruce. The guy I’m seeing (TGIS) came to hang out, do dinner, movie and a sleep over (we’re all adults here). He had a craving for Taco Bell, which he never has (apparently) and this is actually fine by me because I hate to admit it but I love taco bell and it’s been a while since I've allowed myself to have it.

I got this new Cantina Bell burrito  and it, for starters was HUGE and B. it was so good. I hate you taco bell for making crap food taste so good. I didn't even feel like crap after eating it. Maybe it’s because I didn't eat the whole thing. Lunch today! I have a feeling I probably will feel round two (the left overs) later.

 

Things I Hate about the Dreaded Elevator

Other than the fact that their pulling you up and down by just STRINGS and you can find yourself STUCK anytime you take one, I hate people who get on for ONE floor.

I've mentioned this before. Unless you're disabled there is no reason you should be stopping the elevator just to go up one floor. Get your lazy ass on the stairs. Is this just me?

I have to go up 12 floors at work so stopping for any number of floors is an annoyance. Today I go to take the mail down and as the dreaded elevators doors are closing, on my way back up, a hand slides in to stop it * rolls eyes * A man gets on and hits 1…Yeah, he’s going up just ONE floor * rolls eyes again* He then has the audacity to tell me I am pulling the “where’s Waldo look”…Um come again? How bout you've got the creepy old man look down guy! 

Tom

Last night we got to talking about MySpace and its creator Tom. Tom never let you down. Not only was he your numero uno friend when you signed up, but he would always show back up in your top 5 if some bitch deleted you. Now I don’t know about anyone else, but to me that means something.

He was always there to pick you back up when you were let down, staring you right in the face with his thumbs up (I don’t know why I imagined him with his thumbs up in his picture. Maybe he was just so awesome. At least that’s how he made me feel). It’s like he was saying, “it’s going to be ok” and you know what it was! Today I’m recognizing Tom. Tom I miss you. 

Dogwood Festival with the Auntie

A typical Saturday hanging out with my Auntie and it just happened to be Dogwood Festival weekend. We had fun at the festival, though it was rather crowded and decided to go back to the Auntie’s for a quick cup of coffee. Thus ensued my Aunt taking my sissy and I out back to use every single filter her new camera had to offer on us. 

The Walking Dead: SPOILER ALERTS

If you are watching and/or reading The Walking Dead and don't want to be spoiled, you may want to step away from this post. 

After re-watching season 1 and 2 (and not being able to re-watch 3 because it’s not out yet, bummers) I started doing some reading via The Walking Dead wiki. Engulfed in readings of the characters based on the show and the comic books, I stumbled upon info about our Governor. What if you woke up one day and The Governor was not who you thought he was?... Well that was exactly what happened to me!

The Governor is a huge asshole, that is true. His story is so shocking that while reading my mouth dropped. I can’t share my findings with anyone because either they haven’t read the books I bought them (sissy), are behind (guy I’m dating) or just aren't interested (besties). So, I figured I’d share with my dear readers. 

The Governor, aka Philip Blake, is actually Brian Blake! Philip is Brian’s YOUNGER brother who died not long after his daughter was shot. Yes, The Governor’s daughter is actually his niece. Philip asked Brian to watch after her but he failed and got her killed and he was very sad. He couldn't bring himself to put her down so he kept her locked up, you know just in case of a cure (it aint happenin yall). 

Brian, better known as The Governor or Philip, also attended UGA (go Dawgs!) and was basically a loser whom his brother, the actual Philip, could not stand because he sucked on the tit of society and moved back in with his parents to not do much. 

There you have it. I've gotten it out of my system. Hope I didn't ruin too much for The Walking Dead fans out there. In my defense I did give you a SPOILER ALERT. 

This Guy!

This guy in the bathroom at the Bat & Ball is always glaring at me when I go to the restroom. He needs to have some respect! Maybe it is he who stinks so badly. I can’t imagine I do every time I visit.  RUDE!
 

Thank Goodness My Dad Had Girls Who Could Sing

Growing up my Dad would always gather us girls around to sing certain songs with him. I remember him telling us, or teaching us, harmonies and ways to sing. He would be like; you’re going to do this part, and you this part, and you that part. I didn't think of it until just now, that from listening to us he knew where we’d be. A song comes on the radio and we don’t even have to talk about it, we all know what are part is. I believe my specialty was, and is, backup harmony.

So the guy I've been seeing tells me the other day, “I love that you always take the harmonies in the songs you sing”. I don’t know if it was because of the teaching and listening or if I just have an ear for it. All I can think to reply with is, “that’s how I was taught”.  

I've often thought my older sissy had a beautiful voice and I could never be that good. I was so jelly of that growing up. I know now, though she has her strong suites, I have mine as well and she admitted to me once that she could never go as high as I could. My twin sissy and I figured that you harmonize best with yourself so we had a one up being twinsies.

I've been wondering what my dad would have done had his girls not been able to carry a tune, like my dear brother. I know he enjoys singing as much as we do and had he not been able to give us that what would he had done? I hope he wouldn't have been one of those dads that said we were good when we actually aren't. Oh no…I hope that isn't the case. 

My Journey's: Inappropriate

It was brought to my attention that I may have given a few guys the wrong idea. Countless dates off the internet for, what 3+ years, and I've had two guys come at me incorrectly about my outfit choice. Some may say that’s a lot, I say it’s minimal in the overall of how many dates I've gone on.

The infamous date with the guy who tried to eat my face and get me to have sex with him, told me that my “body” and the way I was “dressed told him a different story” other than the NO that I was spitting out of my MOUTH! And years ago I’d gone on a date with a guy who’d texted me after I’d left for home to tell me the “next time” he sees me I’ll have to “wear a shirt less revealing” because it makes him want to have “sex with me”…Um not ok.

I for one think this is an unacceptable way to talk to people! I would say regardless of if I’m wearing a low cut shirt or not. If you know me at all you know that I’m pretty modest. I don’t flaunt it, I’m a t-shirts and jeans type of girl, I barely wear shorts in the summer and I don’t even get drunk (let lose) often. Most guys would agree, but for some reason it would appear there are some people that may look at me like I’m the one doing something wrong!

I shouldn't feel bad having what I have. I dress the way I want, I don’t think about who it’s going to affect, and as far as I’m concerned that’s more than ok. To note I know for a FACT the outfit I wore with face eater was not revealing. True, at our first meeting I was a little drunkie and we were dancing BUT still that doesn't mean I want to f you! I don’t even know you. The shirt I was wearing for the other date was a bit low cut but I was wearing an under shirt and he should probably learn to control himself! 

Buffy the Vampire...

Slayer: to impress (someone) sexually and or V Slayer: to take a women's virginity. 

Am I the only person that didn't know this!? This lovely definition came to my attention this weekend and my childhood suddenly turned into something gross. Why OH why must people turn things into something dirty? In my research  most of the definitions for “slayer” were about the same: to kill violently, wantonly, or in great numbers; broadly : to strike down. But still I thought I’d bring it to my reader’s attention. Buffy (the original) was one of our hero’s growing up! 

That being said,  I saw Jack the Giant Slayer this weekend and Ewan McGregor is one of my favorite actors! Just proving men with cross bows are hottest.  

Psychosomatic…Called It

Leaving the restroom earlier today I passed by the Men’s room and heard Mr. Coughy in there and it sounded AWFUL! So bad I actually said out loud, “Oh my God”. So, as you do, I sent him an email.

Short, simple and sweet, I sent, “Hey MR. COUCHY, are you feeling ok? I've noticed you've been coughing a lot…” To which he replied with this, “TB.  Kidding. I think my throat is just dry...it seems kind of humid in here...or is that just me? At my age, it's probably just me!!! Thanks for asking...that's sweet of you!” I reply to him saying it sounds serious so I was just checking and he says, “Knowing me, it is probably just psychosomatic! If you happen to walk past my office and I'm slumped over my desk or sprawled out on the floor...it's just me being a drama queen. Pay no attention...it will just encourage me.”

It’s not humid in here and if you’re throat is dry get some f’ing water! It’s FREE and in the kitchen steps away from you. And you’re saying that it's all probably mental? It’s hard to “pay no attention” PLEASE.STOP. I wouldn't have said anything at all, but it’s just every few seconds (literally) he’s coughing LOUD coughs. It really sounds like it could be something serious. 

I Hate Valentine's Day

I've been thinking a lot lately (I’ll try not to strain myself) about, obviously Valentine’s Day, and the ridiculous pressure put on singles and men in relationships. First off Valentine’s Day, in my mind, is a holiday strictly to sell flowers, cards and balloons that‘ll just end up in the trash. Sorry if I sound bitter or negative it’s just how I see it.

To me Valentine’s Day means two things, ONE: it’s my 8 year anniversary at work. That being said I finally got an “old-new” (someone else’s old while they got a new) computer. Downside, Vista was installed on it. TWO: Two years ago I found out one of my dear old friends killed himself, blah blah blah. That being said I figured some things out…

My friends tend to do this around some sort of holiday. Garrett, Valentine’s Day. Mr. White’s birthday was the day before Valentine’s Day and he left us Christmas Eve. Dear Hotine was right before my birthday (and one of his roommate and best friend’s birthday). Holidays can be rough and messy apparently.

Still, usually I would end up wearing red or something for this holiday but today I just forgot. There is so much other shit going on that it just slipped my mind. I did get a “Happy Anniversary” from the VP of the company this morning, which I really appreciated. 

What a Nice Work Environment

Today is turning out to be one of those days. It’s raining and the phones keep ringing and MR. COUGHY won’t stop COUGHING!

I don’t get it! I've been working here for 8 years, next week, and for 7 of those years I've been sitting next to him. He is always coughing! His throat has to hurt from all of the strain he’s giving it. I personally think he doesn't need to cough he just does it. They’re LOUD rough coughs too. Not like a clearing of the throat, that is equally annoying, but it sounds like he needs to see someone. He’s fine when he’s talking to someone, but if he’s sitting it’s constant coughing. Literally, I can time it and it’s every few seconds.

Sure it’s all laughs and giggles when I record him and send it to friends, but honestly it’s quite distracting. I've been on the phone and had to turn up the volume. He’s not even right next to me anymore; he’s across from me.

Come to think of it, everyone around me coughs constantly. Mr. Coughy, being the worst, but co-worker to the right of me is constantly clearing her throat (even on her work interviews – fucking gross!) and co-worker to the left of me, always coughing! I should just put my ear buds in and listen to my iPod  but I can’t because the phone keeps ringing. I’m near sending these people emails on “chronic coughing”. 

Just a Dream

 So I ran into a couple of the dreaded ex’s friends last night. One I've always had a bit of a crush on. I mean he’s just so damn CUTE! Of course he’s married and has a kid, but still one can dream…And dream about him I did!

The first time I met him I thought, “why oh why didn't I meet him first”. Either way it wouldn't of matter, he’s had the same girlfriend (now wife) forever and she’s cool as shit, but I didn't know that at the time.

Per usual he looked good last night. Even after a sports event, he was all sweaty and rough lookin. Maybe this is why I had this dream…I mean there is something hott about sweaty guys, right? As you do, I dreamt about him. I won’t go into too much detail but it was quite pleasant and vivid. I’m not talking wet dreams or anything like that, ok.

I was asking all the wrong questions and getting all the right answers. Yep, this definitely was a dream! Because only in a dream do you get everything you want out of a guy. Lately I've been waking up super early and having a hard time falling aback to sleep, but this morning I woke up right on time and for that I thank you. 

Our Minds are Terrible Things to Waste

My head can be so awful at times I hate it. I don’t typically trust in people. I could blame this on my parents, as you do, or even my ex boyfriends. At the end of the day, however you can only blame yourself for what you let hold you back.

My dreaded ex use to say to me, “I’m not the one making you upset, you’re doing it to yourself”. I use to get so mad at this comment and think “NO ass it’s YOU”, but there is some truth in what he was saying. Our minds are so powerful and we do have the ability to control it. We can focus on the bad and let it drive us crazy. Or we can accept things for what they are and be content.

Anyways, my mind has been working over time lately. The unknowing is quite difficult to handle sometimes and it sends my mind in the weirdest of places. I don’t know if it’s just me (I know how I can be) or if it’s something trying to tell me something.

In a quest to get some kind of control, I've started a yoga class with my Auntie. So far so good, though I don’t think I’m any good at it. I just keep falling in some of those stretches and I can’t help but laugh at myself. If anything at least I can laugh at myself. 

Saying Goodbye to Kickball

I had my final kickball game last night. Had we won, thank goodness we didn't, I would have had to spend my Saturday in Grant Park (apparently) playing in the championships. Championships...oh please. I guess this means we weren't all that bad.  

An hour and a half, due to overtime, of me rolling my eyes so much I thought, “if I keep doing this they’re going to stick”. I was texting people when I was out on the field. In the past I’d keep my phone on the sidelines, but lately I just don’t care. I stopped trying a long time ago because the guys were stealing MY plays. When I voice my frustrations they treat me like an asshole so DONE. 

I use to get all upset and worry if I was going to be asked back. I thought if I took a season off I’d lose my ability to play. I use to get excited for every season. I’d think maybe a new attractive guy would be on the team, a fresh start, maybe we’ll win more games, flip cup at our neighborhood bar…Things have definitely changed for me. I don’t even go out with the team after the games anymore. It's been over 3 years and I'm finally ok with not playing. 

In the Spring I’m starting Bocce Ball. It’s cheaper if nothing else. I've already got two definites. I initially wanted to start an all girls team, but who am I kidding? I don’t hang out with a lot of girls, so it’s looking like I may be the only girl. Fine.By.Me. 

Road Rage in my Old Age

I’m becoming more and more annoyed with Atlanta drivers. I typically get in the FAST lane on the high way and I’m usually stuck behind some slow driver, gearing me to have to get over and pass them. 

I don’t know maybe I’m becoming this old grumpy woman. Like my neighbor who was constantly telling us to keep the noise down, or to pick up our trash cans, and I’d be all like mind your own business lady.

I find myself constantly annoyed with people these days. Whether it is in traffic, dumb asses on their cell phones in the FAST lane driving slow! Or my kickball team that’s mostly kids in their 20’s and their very behavior annoys me so much I want to punch my ears and eyes out. When a teammate makes a comment that the Duggers are awful people and I’m thinking, “you’re an awful person” it’s probably time to move on. Not for saying that, but it’s just my opinion that you suck as a person. Even at work I find myself making my days so stressful I can feel it in my entire body just because someone forgets to put a phone number on a quote sheet. This is just ONE of the many issues I deal with on a daily basis with these reps. I’m sick of having to do things for them. Yeah it’s little on the scale of life, but it doesn't make my job any easier, especially with a computer that doesn't want to react to my demands.

I have all these internal outrages and I’m scared one day I’m just going to pop! Not really ;) Such is life. 

Who Would Steal a Toilet Bowl Brush?

This blog wouldn't be my brother’s favorite, for anything having to do with toilets disgusts him. I warn you dear brother (if you’re reading) you may want to stop now! My thought process is, it’s usually just me and I’m not trying to impress myself so why clean my toilet regularly? I know this is a bad thought process, but still. 

I had company over last week and it dawned on me (too late) that my bathroom needed to be cleaned and I was quite embarrassed because I know this could be a deal breaker. If it’s all the same to anyone I decided to clean my bathroom last night. I have a toilet brush cleaner that hangs on the end of my toilet and has flush able cleaners, which makes it easy to access and clean (still I don’t clean my toilet!). Upon reaching for this tool I realized it was gone! I looked everywhere for it and couldn't find it. I thought maybe sissy used it…Maybe my bestie came over and borrowed it…All no’s.

I suddenly remember coming home Monday to my bedroom door being open and my bathroom light being on. I thought nothing of it for my sissy likes to rummage through my things when I’m not home. At the time I didn't notice anything missing. So still the question remains…who was in my bathroom and who would steal a toilet bowl brush? Is someone trying to teach me a lesson? 

UPDATE: Sissy says she saw it under the sink in the downstairs restroom. ONE: I wouldn't put it there TWO: seems quite suspicious after the fact. 

Thank God I’m a Terrible Speller!

I almost really f’d up this afternoon. Typically after lunch I get really busy. I don’t know if it’s because everyone finally decides to start working (including myself) or if everyone just decides to be difficult...Either way after lunch I get busy and today followed suit with the phone ringing off the hook, someone asking me to scan something for them and sales reps not doing their job. 

I got an order this morning that was quite confusing. I emailed the rep and in typical sales rep fashion didn't hear back so this customer has been waiting for their access and hasn't gotten it. Finally after lunch I get in touch with the rep and I’m copied on an email with the customer. I replied to the email with something smart ass intended for the rep, but thank God for spell check because had I not been asked if ONE word was spelled correctly that email would of gone to the customer NOT the rep.

My heart stopped beating for a second and I got a flash back of when I first started here and I copied everyone on an email that was intended for just one person. How could I be so careless? It is finally revealed to me why I've struggled with bad spelling all my life. It was for this very day! 

My Journey’s: Oh No He Just Didn't…

Because it’s been a while and you know how I love to talk about my "dates" I thought I’d share this one!

It wasn't a date really, it was more like a gathering and I met this guy through friends. Over beers and dinner after kickball we got to talking. It wasn't long before this came out of his mouth, “You know I don’t want anything serious but if you’re down I’m down”, I looked at him confused and was thinking "um come again!?" but said, “excuse me?” I did actually know where he was going, and he says, “you know we could just have sex”. I mean I got the feeling he was into me, but damn! If you're going to come at me with interest come at me correct! 

I immediately jumped on him with “so I’m good enough to F but I’m not good enough to be your girlfriend?” He’s all the sudden on the defense saying it came out wrong, and I’m thinking there’s no other way that could of be taken. Either way not.interested.

We’re still friends and he’s actually not that bad of a guy. You know how people say "men are stupid"? Well this one takes the cake when it comes to girls apparently. 

The Trial and Tribulations of One Matt

He came up with that title I did not. I did however think it was funny at the time so it stays.

My kickball game last night…First off I didn't want to go because I didn't feel like playing in the rain and mud, but it wasn't raining when I left work so I thought I'd go (I told my captain I "may" not be able to make it and he tells me "let me know when you know for sure". Fucker didn't put me on the roster and made a big deal about me being there! I was like DUDE I said I "may" and you told me to "let you know" I didn't say I was "for sure” not coming! And he puts this one girl on the roster EVERY WEEK even though she works late and usually makes it the LAST inning, but whatever he's a douche).

So it starts raining as soon as we hit the field and it's only getting worse and worse! I run up to my car to put my phone in there (and my buddy’s who I'd given a ride to) so they don't get wet and by the time I make it back down to the field the other team (whom we've played before, they're good and their douches) had scored 6 runs on us! In all of 2 minutes! We WERE up by 1. I'm seeing a lot of plays being called by the ref that are in the other teams favor and NONE in ours. I mean it was kind of obvious and I'm being vocal about it as is the rest of my team. Typically I'd call my team a bunch of douches for doing this but they were justified last night.

We get our at bat and we get a runner on first, then another runner on first to put the first runner on second. HE WAS SAFE, but the ref called him out (at second) and my teammate was like NO I WAS SAFE and the whole other team was like yeah he's out (liars!). It turns into a bit of a vocal match and the ref approaches my teammate and says "your out blah blah blah" and my teammate is like "no" and he just stands on the base. Eventually he picks up the base and throws it and tells the ref F U and calls the other team a bunch of liars. The ref tells him that he's ejected (like whatever ref) and my teammate has to leave.  This is the same teammate whom I’d given a ride to so I had to leave as well. Which was fine by me because I was soaking wet and cold.

It’s one thing to play in the cold ass rain when you have a fighting chance, but last night WAS NOT fun. I mean that ref was being a major douche and the other team was running all over us.

To Do’s in 2013

Last year I made a list of things I wanted to accomplish in 2012. I thought why not follow suit for 2013, for it’s always slow at the beginning of the year for me (and depressing due to the holidays being over) and I’m having trouble finding things to write about. I gotta keep my dear readers entertained, so here goes:

           Get out of Debt! I’m so close and I keep picturing a celebration outing when it’s all taken care of. And I am aware this was number one on last year’s list.

            See a Hypnotist. This is happening! I’m 31 years old and this superstitious stuff is getting old. Aint nobody got time for that! Really, it’s holding me back.

            Re-Do our kitchen. I've set a plan in motion by adding things to my wish list. I just need some happy helpers :) because it’s going to be a do-it-yourself.

I've taken a look at last year’s list and some things I want to keep up with, some I accomplished and others I’m still working on.  I’d still like to eat better, go camping and paint my walls. As well not take life so seriously and let things happen as they happen. Trust in people and in God more. Patient and Trust, these are things I have trouble with, so I want to work on that. And finally, I’d like to make it memorable. 

This is My Life

Sunday I went shopping (gift returning) with my mother, sissy and aunt after church. Upon picking up my aunt she gets in the car and says to me “girl did you go to church like that”, I say, “yes…” and she says, “you have a zit there and there, you need to have more sex”.

My sexcapades are none of my aunts never mind but damn she called me out one, two WTF!? I’d never heard that if you lack sex you’d break out. Truth be told, yeah it had been a while, but it was also that time of the month and I always breakout during that time. So, thankyouverymuch.

Damn I’m Good!

Serialously! SPOILER ALERT if you’re watching American Horror Story.

The last episode I watched of AHS proved to me that I am so good it’s scary. A couple episodes ago there was a call to the police and I swore the voice was that of Dylan McDermott. Ater one or two rewinds and asking my friend what she thought (she wasn't sure) I was pretty certain. THEN the following episode none other than Dylan McDermott makes his debut to this season.

I love Dylan (You’ll always be Jackson to me) and I’m so excited he’s back. Not only is he back he’s the f’ing character!