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.