Friday, July 29, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Long Island Iced Teas are evil, Evil, EVIL...
This morning, I -- along with some other poor souls -- are feeling the awful aftermath of imbibing such vile liquids last night (pitchers, no less!). Why, oh why, could I not be off of work today? My bed was being so good to me, and then I had to abandon it and literally draaaaaaaaaaag myself to work, looking like a HuNgOvEr, too-old-for-this-anymore hag who used to be in a hell of a lot better drinking shape than she is now! Really, I am disappointing myself here...
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Maternal Instincts. Or Lack Thereof...
See the little cutie-patootie to the left? That's my nephew, Thomas (or "Bubba T", to my dad)... His "Mimi" (my aunt) & I decided to go swimming on Saturday w/ him and were struggling to blow up some silly inflatable turtle & were not paying attention. Go figure. All of a sudden, from the comfort of my reclining raft complete w/ beverage holder, I hear splishing & splashing, only to look over & see one little 2-1/2 year old in toothpick position, arms flailing above water. And for those of you who do not already know, if you straighten yourself into toothpick position in water, you will SINK. Just for future reference. Thomas knows that now, too, by the way...
Mimi & I decided to wisely keep this little incident our little secret (aside from my public posting of it here on my blog, but oh well), as his mom & dad really do not need to know that we almost let their son drown. Hey, I'm just here to teach the little guy that life ain't easy, right? Hee, hee... In his defense, he's a hell of a little trooper -- no tears, jumped right back in (is that courage or stupidity?)...
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
The Fine Art of Procrastination...
After spending an exhorbitant amount of time sending hilarious and the-more-shocking-the-better jokes & pictures back and forth for the first 1/2 of the day with my newest "partner-in-crime" (name withheld to protect the assumed innocent, although I have my doubts -- hee, hee...), I feel it is my duty to share some of the fruits of our labors below...
Buenas Dias, Mis Amigos...
Monday, July 25, 2005
Another One Bites the Dust...
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Smile, Cosmile, & Tangent.
Friday, July 22, 2005
Children, Steak, Wine & a Sick Stomach.
I know all of you were on the edge of your seats waiting for my next post, but I was lucky enough to get sick yesterday and, therefore, I was at home milking my pitifulness (is that even a word?) for all it was worth... I'll spare you the details, but suffice to say that I was NOT a happy camper. Then it all got better when someone was kind enough to bring me the nausea/upchuck cure-all -- Sprite... it was pretty rough there for a little while, but I think I'm gonna pull through -- so take down the billboards, cancel the prayer chains, blow out the vigil candles, for I shall live another day to do more damage... :)
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Good Advertising.
The picture you see to the left is from the men's urinal in a bar here in town (Midtown Grill, for all of you Meridianites out there). The website that was scrawled on the wall (and which has been enlarged for your convenience) is the address for the website belonging to a ministry done at my CHURCH -- and for which I am a contributing writer (scary, I know): http://www.pavingyourway.com
Can't beat a little free advertising, right? Even if it does involve urinal cakes and empty automatic towel dispensers...
Monday, July 18, 2005
"sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY!!!!" (in your best monster truck show announcer's voice)...
So anyway... that's pretty much what I did yesterday -- dicked off. And it was lovely. First, we went and fed some crickets to some fish. And I mean that literally. There was this one bream that must be an absolute MONSTER, because he took so many crickets off of my hook and I never felt a thing -- oh, he was gooooooood... We finally changed lakes, cheated, threw in some fish food, caught a catfish (probably just for the sake of accomplishment after feeling violated by the cricket-stealing bream from earlier), and then threw it back. So not only was it a good day for me, but the fish had a lucky turn of events as well. In that we did not eat him.
After that, went riding on a 4-wheeler and I am now sporting the sorest ass this side of the Mississippi. (I challenge anyone to prove me wrong on that one.) It's a real pain in the ass to have a really bony butt!!! Hee, hee...
Mud, bugs, sweat, cold beer, tree limbs smacking me in the face -- good, yummy stuff. Just your average-yet-perfect summer Sunday in the South...
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Developmental Challenges...
All of that being said, I can never say that I have a boring family, by any means! These are just a few examples of what were most likely defining moments in my childhood development. This post can also serve as a guide for "what-not-do" in raising your own child:
- Incident #1 -- "The Gin & Tonics"
Ahhh, where it all began... Back in 1980, my parents had just completed construction on the house they still live in today. I was 3 years old at the time. Since our new house was just across the lake from my grandparents, the 2 of them had come over for a visit and all 4 of them -- Mom, Dad, Grandmother, & Grandaddy -- had each fixed a nice, stout gin & tonic cocktail.
On this particular day, they all stepped out on the back porch for one reason or another. However, the things that they failed to take outside with them were 1.) their drinks and 2.) me. Well, as you probably can guess by now, when they stepped back inside, I was still there. The drinks, however, were not. And they swear they were only out there for a minute or two (what can I say, I'm a fast drinker)...
Short story long, in my 3 wise years on Earth, my tolerance for spirits had not yet developed to the level it is today after my investment of years upon years of time, practice, and money. I don't know what the limit is for most 3-year olds, but 4 gin & tonics was way above mine... so I got drunk. Really drunk. Can't-stand-up drunk. Drunk as a skunk.
Now comes the sad part. I know, you're probably thinking, could it get any worse than enabling (however unitentional) your toddler to go on a alcohol binge? The answer is yes. My mom did not take me to the hospital b/c she was embarrassed that it happened! She said she put me to bed and just hoped everything would be alright if/when I woke up... (okay, so that part is *moderately* embellished, I think... although they did not take me to the hospital, they were embarrassed, and they really did hope I was fine when I woke up -- but I'm sure if they had been truly in fear of me dying, we would have been at the ER in no time flat).
But there you have it. A 3-year old alkie. Nice, huh?
- Incident #2 -- "The Ashtray"
I was an overly bright child and learned really fast and early, but my mom always seemed to assume that reasoning abilities were also higher than they should or could be at such a young age. This particular incident also took place around the time that I was 3 yrs. old. 1980 was obviously a really good year for me.
After moving into the above-mentioned new house, we were now living on also brand-new carpet. Light beige carpet. This is back when both of my parents smoked because "everybody smoked". As if that is a viable explanation for taking up the habit. But that's a whole other tangent and I am resisting the urge to go off on it....
So I'm being a good little girl and playing in our den -- being a perfect angel, no doubt. Then, oops! All of a sudden an ashtray that had been perched precariously on the arm of our lovely rust-colored oh-so-early-80's sofa, and ashes go all over the new carpet. The beige carpet.
In case you were not aware, you can dial your home phone number, hang up the phone, and your phone will then ring like an incoming call. Any family with even the slightest hint of good ol' laziness is aware of this fact if they have ever wanted something from the other end of the house and could "call" someone to bring it to them instead of actually getting up and going to get it himself. In other words, my family is well aware of this feature. So what would any loving mother do when her 3-year old has done something bad and is terrified of her punishment (for what reason, I have no idea since I was never really punished much at all)?
[Ring, ring...]
Small Voice (Kelly): "Hello?"Obviously-Faked Deep Voice (Mom): "This is Sgt. So-and-So with the local police department. Did you just spill some ashes on your mother's brand-new carpet?"
Small Voice (terrified): "Uh-huh." (I know, I know -- I should have said, "Yes, sir," but gimme a break, I was little.)
Fake Deep Voice: "Well, we're going to have to come over there and arrest you and bring you down to the station in handcuffs................."
And then her voice was cut off by my hysterical screaming & wailing because I thought I was going to jail to be locked away forever for ruining my mom's new carpet. So she ran up to find me & hug me & tell me I was not really going to jail & how sorry she was for scaring me, etc. To this day, though, her excuse for the decision to knowingly frighten the shit out of her child? "I just figured you knew it was my voice." Yeah, her *disguised* voice. To a 3-year old.
- Incident #3 -- "The Attempted Drop-Off"
Having already mentioned the fact that I was an "active" child, I happened to be riding along in the backseat of the car with my mom and grandmother, and despite my angel status, I was not being very angelic at this particular moment. In fact, I was supposedly being horrendous, but from what I've heard, that was actually pretty normal.
Anyway, my mom kept telling me to sit down and be quiet, sit down and be quiet, etc. Or to quit doing whatever obnoxious and "active" thing I was going, all to no avail. So what does she do? Once again, I'm thinking her next move would NOT be one most people would choose, but I find it quite telling (and a bit frightening). She suddenly wheels the car into a driveway and up a hill, pulls up to a building at the top, stops the car, turns around, looks me in the eye and says, "Get out."
What makes the story so bad is that the building she pulled up to was the local ORPHANAGE, and I knew it. My mother was trying to kick me to the curb and make me an orphan for acting up in the back seat of the car!!! My 4-year old mind had no idea that she was only kidding (in her own way) -- and that this was yet another case of her falsely assuming that I was more mature than my age and would understand such a joke. I thought without a doubt that she was totally serious so, while I did not get out, I promised to be good and completely quiet for the rest of the ride home. And you bet your ass I delivered on that promise...
So you see, what you see when you look at me now is not my fault. It was all ingrained into me at a very early age. I was brainwashed by my loving family. Blame them. Hee, hee... I guess I can at least say I had a very colorful childhood!!! Seriously, I was blessed with THE greatest parents/family who I love dearly. And they did not do any irreparable damage that we are aware of yet....... :)
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Family Guy...
Brian Griffin: "Peter, those are Cheerios."
diarrhea of the mouth. or, rather, of the fingers.
Okay, so I am an overly sentimental person (read: "packrat") and hold onto objects other, more normal people would have trashed long ago (I recently moved, and my new garage STILL looks like a Salvation Army drop-off station after months & months b/c of all the junk) b/c they are dear to my heart for one reason or another -- not always because of what they are, but because of what they represent to me, memories they evoke, who they remind me of, etc... That would also explain my penchant for pictures and pulling out photo albums at the most random times just to take a gander & wallow in nostaliga... That being said, I decided to make a little list of some of my favorite things in the whole, wide world [people & animals not included]. So, without further ado, drumroll please, here they are, for your boring viewing pleasure (in no intentionally significant order):
My Bible; my quote books & photo albums; anything that my grandmother gave me; party & wedding invitations that once resided on the fridge, held in place by various pieces of removable clothing from the Dress-Up-The-Statue-of-David magnet set (including, but not limited to: a leather jacket, whitey-tighties, scuba flippers, goggles, etc. -- clearly David was a real fashion plate ripped straight from the pages of GQ magazine when not standing around in the buff... oh, and the magnets are not included in the "cherished" category of my belongings...); cards & letters received from people who I love & care for, including the longest letter anyone has ever written to me (50+ pages); old drawings & paintings done by my dad & other friends & relatives; my iPod (gimme a break -- a hell of a lot of blood, sweat & tears went into compiling such a delicious library of music & sound clips!); 2 very loved pairs of pajama bottoms that I could not live w/out -- one pair is flannel & the other is like a pair of scrubs -- yummy!; my burgeoning little art collection (see painting above right); various & often random-as-hell whatchamacallits & thingamajigs that found their way home w/ me on trips around the world -- Italy (see photo to the right), Prague, Belize, British Columbia, Costa Rica, Switzerland, Thailand, Germany, France (see Pere Lachaise Cemetery above left), Great Britain, Mexico, Nova Scotia, Singapore, etc. (I love to travel and the fact that I have been lucky enough to have the opportunities to make these trips is not taken for granted -- I've been a lucky girl, well beyond anything I deserve!); various things that people have made or built for me (a dollhouse, jewelry, artwork, a doghouse, things that were sewn for me by my mom or grandmother, etc.), the list could go on for ages...
BUT! Because I am the sweetheart that I am, I will spare you, Dear Reader, the pain of any more endlessly prolonged rhetoric... If you made it through this post, you deserve a big, fat GOLD STAR slap-dab in the middle of your forehead... Bravo, bravo...
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Absurd Observation.
The above-referenced observation comes next. Let's see, what would YOU do after having a really big, good snack that just satisfied your hunger perfectly? Well, if you're a 9-lb. shih tzu, apparently you would intently throw yourself onto your back right on your eating site and just rub yourself all over it with a big, fat, goofy look on your face. Okay, even if that IS territory-marking, isn't it a little late? The food is already gone -- YOU ate it! Or actually she did. (I'm thinking shih tzus were not bred for their hunting & predatory skills.) But anyway..........
(cue hollow, polite chuckle)
Probably more of a "you-had-to-be-there" moment, huh? Whatever... it was damn funny, I don't care what anybody says. Just think if your first instinct after eating was to do that. Ew.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
The New Black? WTF?
My friend, Kimberly, suggested that I call it "WTF" -- a very noble suggestion since I use that phrase more often than I realize (or should). I have had some very adept guesses as to what those three lovely letters stand for (one of them starting out with "Whore") from those less foul-mouthed than myself who do not store this phrase in their everyday vocabulary. Sooooooo, for those few of you still wondering what is stands for: "What The Fuck"... Lovely, huh? Hark, fair Juliet speaks!!!! I know I still make my parents proud, dammit. (Then again, they do not read this, but methinks they might recognize me if they saw the pictures -- just maybe.)
To give more perspective on just how bad my language can be, we now close the door to our office at work because we often deal with & talk about ultra-top secret stuff (you know, the type that would cause us to have to kill you if we told you -- after all, people, this IS a car dealership!)... But I know the real reason: it's because of Kelly's foul mouth.
I guess I just figured there was no reason to censor my language on here (okay, I'm not THAT bad!) because without the use of certain words, I just do not know if I could communicate effectively. Sad, isn't it?
Let's just suffice to say I'm not a girl who is easily offended, yet I'm still ever a lady. Yeah, that sounds good.......... until I think of something better.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Boredom brought to fruition...
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Saturday, July 09, 2005
...a ROYAL mess...
The word on the street around town is the impending arrival of Hurricane Dennis, which looks like it could be pretty rough. Ironically, it is an absolutely GAW-geous summer Saturday -- the ol' "calm before the storm" cliche', I guess... I'm quite certain there will be posting more on Dennis once we start dealing w/ the aftermath... Gee, I can't wait.
On a side note, a customer @ work called yesterday to tell us there were "mews" coming from under the hood of a van on the lot ("work" being the family car dealership), so of course I had to go out there & take a gander... Needless to say, I came back w/ a mad little kitten in my grubby hands!!! He softened up quickly after eating some sliced roast beef & getting lots of petting -- but then again, who wouldn't!!!??? Grandmother was kind enough to let the little guy live @ the barn (I say "he" b/c we think we saw his landing gear)... Add another critter to the family zoo... surprise, surprise... What can I say? We're suckers for animals...........
Friday, July 08, 2005
Dennis the Menace.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
Where were YOU seven years ago today?
Anyway... in honor of that trip, here is a lovely little picture that shows a few of us on the side of the road, drunk as drunk can be (see alcohol spills glaringly visible on clothing)... Consider this my little "toast" to the Kill-Your-Liver-Tour and all of my partners-in-crime -- I wish we still had that lack of responsibility and could do it again. Immediately. If not sooner.