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Proof that the Heat has it coming. I'm growing tired of their Petty McPettyness. Grow up fakers and stop crying because you got flat out beat. I hope Dirk gets what he deserves and has worked his ass off for.

"Is 26, looks 36, and acts 16."..................LOL 

"You used to be Much Muchier"

     Do you like make believe places; places that really utilize the imagination, reminding you of when you were a kid and Disney movies were so magical and real, if you just closed your eyes and believed hard enough it might all come true; with vibrant colors, quirky characters, and things that are fascinatingly cool because they shouldn't make sense but in this world there is no questions asked?

I do!

     I love make believe. I remember spending hours outside just pretending up anything I could imagine. I love to read and design the entire world myself. But I can't change my own surroundings anymore like I used to. I can only try and alter my perception of my surroundings. The closest I come to being in another world is with a good book, or watching a good Tim Burton movie, especially if it's in 3-D. I LOVE Alice in Wonderland (AND Batman, Beetlejuice {I used to beg my mother to rent this for me every single time we went to the store to get a movie. I can't believe she never bought it for me. She would usually say, "let's try out a different movie today", but EVERY now and then she would give in!}, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, James and the Giant Peach . . . . . . pretty much all his movies). I was watching Alice in Wonderland the other day and it never fails to break my heart when the Mad Hatter asks her to stay in Wonderland because he adores her so much and she goes back to her crappy real life instead. "Do you know why I raven is like a writing desk?", he asks with the saddest little eyes. Johnny did such a great job at making the Hatter a lovable yet "mad" character.

     Don't even get me going on how much a like Johnny Depp! If you've never seen Finding Neverland, and you are a fellow make-believe admirer like myself, do me a favor and make time in your life to enlighten yourself with that movie. It won't be a waste.

     I was put to the test, being forced to exercise my real life imagination skills last night. (Just know that although I have never bought anything from the cafeteria downstairs during a shift, I couldn't if I wanted to because IT'S CLOSED!!! Nightshift workers don't need extra food options, isn't that obvious??) I had just sat down to enjoy my left-overs when I reached for my drink and managed to spill the entirely full cup into my tubaware container filled with jalapeno cheese sausage, and splashed a bit into my cheese potato soup as well. "Oh no!!!!" As I had no other food options, I put my sausage (which was already conveniently cut up into small pieces and had completely absorbed the benefiber infused fruit punch flavored juice) on top of my salad and pretended that the sweet flavor was nothing less than the finest Raspberry Walnut Vinaigrette salad dressing. It was a stretch, but do-able; miles from enchanting. Not exactly the type of make-believe I prefer to exercise, but when duty calls!
     ***This dummy also put two caramel hershey kisses in her only scrub pocket at the begining of her shift to enjoy later as a treat, and forgot they ever existed, to find in the morning her cell phone, keys, and chapstick were completely covered with melted chocolate and carmel. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . guess why?***

Oh yeah, and "GO MAVS!!!" I wore my lucky Mav's shirt (featured in this last blog) to work for game night and it paid off.

Triple Digit Doomsday



Jess dancing to Cotton-eyed Joe! I was too
hot to dance!



     It happens every year. The moment at which the thermostat in my car reaches triple digits, an air conditioned space feels like the arctic circle compared to the outside air, and my body starts rebelling against the Texas heat and humidity. "I can't do it!", every inch of my frame cries out. My entire body feels sluggish. . . . . . . . . . . . . . I can barely put one foot in front of the other when outdoors, and I can't distract myself away from thoughts of indoor couches positioned perfectly under ceiling fans and sugar saturated snow cones. Yesterday at the Rangers game I thought I wasn't going to make it. I'm sure my posse was growing tired of hearing my constant complaints of how overheated I was, but I couldn't contain my comments. I was just so hot! I was nervous that my insides were going to reach boiling temperatures and I might spontaneously combust, my bones disintegrating to ashes, reminding me of that South Park episode where Kenny held in his farts too much (since he had a new girlfriend) and he eventually exploded. While working out it's a different story, but when I'm sitting still and there's even a breeze and I'm sweating bullets. . . . . .  . . . .it's no bueno in my book. I'm sure I'll find a way to survive until fall, as I have for 26 consecutive years now, but as of this moment my foresight is . . . . .  .nearsighted. This is not helping my attempt at self control in not chopping off my hair. All I can think about lately is how breezy it would feel to just say goodbye to the locks and hello to the pixie. I need help.



     So the Rangers game really sucked it up Tuesday night, but our packed lunch was exactly opposite of that. It was amazingly delicious (the people next to us even felt compelled to comment on how good it smelled), AND we bounced in perfect timing to tune in the Mavericks vs Heat game on the radio and listen to the full blown suspense old school style on the way home. We may or may not have been the crazy car bouncing up and down on the highway, caused by the four adults inside restless with a little syndrome called end-of-game-close-call-anxiety! If you haven't been watching the finals, you are missing out on a good match up. Poor Dirk even kept up his hero status last night with a fever to add to his finger's torn ligament. What a trooper! We shall all be on the edge of our seats tonight, and regardless of what happens: those sorry-good-for-nothing-dramatic-floppers (we all know who they are) can kiss my pearly white voluptuous asset they call a booty! 




Jess and I supported our Mavs at the Ranger Game,
just so they didn't think we forgot about them!



     Speaking of heat and voluptuousness: I was working off that booty of mine yesterday at the gym when my trainer friend spotted me and without hesitation called me out for not being at the gym lately. Hey, I got a bag full of excuses! Crazy work schedule, needy doggies, vacation, illness, Ranger games, and who wants to be stuck inside a gym when there's gorgeous last minute spring air to enjoy outside? Well, those days are over for now. The heat is here to stay and has officially driven me indoors. (The dogs look up at me like I've taken them to a torture chamber when we go downstairs.  . . . . . . . . ."What???? This isn't what we wanted! We just wanted to go outside, not to visit Hades!" Sumo won't even walk. He lays in the grassy shade and then makes you drag him.)

Get That Gal Some Hormones, Would Ya?

     Not to be old and stuffy by mentioning the weather every blogging moment, but I think Mother Nature is having a menopausal meltdown. I have evidence.

1. Without warning she started having these unbearable hot-flashes this week

2. Sunday evening her mood was happy-go-lucky and then for no good reason, she starts crying (raining) in the middle of sunshine

3. She let what should have been a healthy little cry, turn into a weird and unmapped raging mad storm with hail and wind........our weather radar didn't even pick up on it.

     Ture Story. Weird, huh? We need to check in to some hormone pills for her. How 'bout nice and easy. . . . .say. . . . .65-80 degrees Fahrenheit, sunny, with a light breeze? Yes. That would be perfect. Please and Thank you.



This is what my Saturday Night
looked like.

     I don't have much to show for my last 4 days off work, unless bragging about getting an average of 18 hours of sleep per day tickles anyone's fancy. On one day....my memory is foggy as to which, I thought I was feeling better, and convinced Patrick into taking me to Ikea to window shop. Those people are marketing geniuses; to create a maze of merchandise organized and staged, forcing browsers to look at the entire store before finding their way to the exit. It's almost impossible to leave that place without finding SOMETHING that you can't live without. And if you don't? Well you've probably spent enough time shopping that the aroma coming from the food court may be enticing! And the kids? Don't worry, they've made a play oasis for them to stay entertained! I think my favorite thing about their mission, is they display plenty of examples to show how tight spaces can be fabulous, efficient, and organized. It's difficult to envision how to make the most of a tiny apartment/condo or small house, but Ikea is there to help!


I treated myself to a coffee treat
in my FAV mug
from my FAV Newyorkers!



     As if I don't brag about him enough (and I swear it's not because I know he reads this), my husband made the ultimate sacrifice for me this weekend. We watched this mouth watering show about southern BBQ, and if you know Patrick, you might have guessed that he wanted to eat BBQ ASAP after that. As a fellow BBQ lover, I was having a hard time feeling the vibe through my sickly-ness. But trying to be a good wife, I put on some street clothes and prepared myself to wear a happy face to the nearest BBQ joint with that handsome man of mine. On the way there, he sensed my queasy aura and re-routed to Corner Bakery so I could get soup. We never ate BBQ; he sacrificed his craving in mid-execution so his wife could eat at her favorite soup/sandwich place just to see her smile. Did I mention he picked up after all the messes that I made for the last 4 days? I don't clean when I'm sick. I'm more like a disastrous tornado.



Pat also made a Beer Can Chicken!



     I did manage to be slightly adventurous Sunday and tried cooking an entire artichoke for the first time. After some extensive Internet research and much contemplation, I decided to oven roast it in foil with minced garlic, drizzled with olive oil and a bit of lime juice. Then I made a dipping sauce with balsamic vinegar, olive oil, fresh ground pepper and Worcestershire sauce. The result?. . . . . . . I even had to research how to eat the darn thing, but I'm glad I was prepared. I ate the entire thing by myself in about 5 minutes while Patrick was in the bedroom with his head buried in a pillow trying not to break things after the Mavericks game.

     And if you were thinking of watching Invictus. . . . . . . . BORING! I almost didn't make it through, despite getting to stare at Matt Damon the entire time.

   

Porkaliciously Obsessed

     Pig femurs are all the rage right now with Callie and Sumo. It's hilarious to watch them carry around and obsess over a bone that's about 10 times the size of anything else we've ever given them. The most entertaining part is they keep getting jealous of each other’s bones, forgetting that there's one for each of them. I've never heard Sumo bark so much. This is one thing Callie won't let him steal!

     I can't even think clearly to write today with all the congestion of snot in my head...........pressure.............. everywhere........ I called in sick to work yesterday and slept from 9am-4:30pm, woke to take the dogs out (to discover it's so hot outside it will take your breath away) and send Patrick to GoGo China to get me some egg drop soup, and then went back to sleep from 9pm-12pm today (which stinks because it's the first play-off game I have been off from work for and could actually watch and I couldn’t hold my eyes open). Anyone want to calculate how many hours that is? With my cloudy cognitive skills, I think that's 22hours of sleep out of 27hours. That means I'm sick. Everything tastes salty, I can't smell, my head feels funny, and I'm having hot/cold flashes. I guess I'll rub some more metholatum on my nose, crawl back into my cave, and hibernate some more.



It's never safe!......................



I Can Hardly Believe It

     I dislike checking the snail mail almost as much as I dislike checking my voice mail. It's one of those things I usually resist doing until I absolutely must, or just let Patrick do it for me. Call me lazy if you want, but if it's serious enough now days, I'll expect to get it in a the form of text or email. I don't know why I did it, but on Monday I actually checked the mail without any coaxing. As it turns out I had something waiting for me.

Something small . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Something plastic . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Something with my picture on it . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Can you guess what it was? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

MY DRIVER'S LICENSE!

    A kind hearted woman found my driver's license on the bike trails somewhere in the park (exactly where I presumed it was), and actually took the time to pick it up, fold it neatly into a piece of personalized stationary with a note, and mail it to me. Of course I probably would have received it before going to New Orleans had my current address been updated, but it had to travel all the way to Belton, and then back to Plano before arriving to my current place of residence.

     Just to think, I could have saved myself hours of frustration had I either had a later planned trip, updated address, or just not have lost it at all! I also might not have had to carry around a wadded up piece of paper masquerading as a DL to New Orleans. But now instead, I have a hideous updated license that I had to needlessly pay money for on it's way.

 Bah-hum-bug!

   So, thank you Pam from Plano. Thank you for being so sweet and generous with your time to return my license. Thank you for relieving my mother's warning of identity theft, and thank you for proving that there are other worthy morally conscious humans out there. Maybe I'll try to make Martha Stewart proud and send you a thank you note. The old fashioned way.

Mississippi Mud

     It was my first time among veterans to step foot in the city they call N'awlins, also known as the Big Easy. I will forever know it as possibly the most humid place on earth. Live there and your skin will stay young forever. Although I may not have ceased sweating from the time we arrived to the city until the time we left it, I had a blast.



Strolling down Bourbon, hand in hand



Crawfish time!



Genuine snow cone bliss



My crazy bullriding battle wound



     Our first quick stop in Louisiana was Baton Rouge, where we drove along the river to view the quite beautiful Frat Houses of LSU and meet Mike the Tiger Mascot.  We then proceeded to drive over more miles of water hovering bridges than I have ever seen in my life. Lakes, swamps, rivers, you name it. While making our way over a certain 20mile bridge, we encountered a burning van that had traffic stopped for 8 miles the opposing direction! We thanked our lucky stars and continued on, to later almost be clobbered by a refrigerator flying out of a truck on the highway! What a disaster!



     I'd describe our destination place as a gungy, vintage city full of life, history, music, performers and hearty food.......and that's just the French Quarter! Patrick and I attempted to cover as much ground as possible, but what can I say? Time sure does fly when you're drunk having fun! Allow me to re-tell what I can recall........

     On the first night, my curious husband tasted his very first bite of oyster....."I don't hate it" was his response. Good for you hunny.



A wedding!



Family Breakfast



     The next morning, we rolled out of bed for Bloody Mary's and crawfish on an outdoor patio while listening to some live blues, then made our way down to a street market. The day had already grown so hot that I had to relieve my suffering body with a snow cone.....Agh, what a life saver! I didn't even share. Our guardian angles then sent us an ATM machine and a Taxi in perfect timing to arrive at the Old New Orleans Rum Distillery in sync with their tour times, and we learned about the making of their rum from the cascading mullet apprentice himself, simultaneously appreciating it in a delightful drink. This place has been awarded "best spiced rum in the world" for 4 years in a row, and after trying a straight shot of every rum they make, I agree. It was very tasty. Cajun Spiced Rum. Our guardian angle then sent us a free taxi ride back to the French Quarter...and just in time to stroll the streets to look at the art and shops, and watch as a scruffy man, wearing a hospital gown and a Foley Cather, stepped out on his balcony to smoke while his unclothed derriere entertained the city. After a bit of walking we came across a bar that had girls with painted shirts, instead of real ones, 3 for 1 beers, and a mechanical bull.........which I couldn't resist riding! Let me just say, it's way harder than it looks, and although I showed-up every person that attempted during our stay, I have the battle bruise and the groin soreness to show for it! To follow up a show like that, called for a romantic dinner under a vine covered patio hidden off Bourbon street where we ate the best crab cakes in town at the Oceana (and the best I have seriously ever even thought about eating). We topped the night off with some dancing and karaoke singing with the in-laws, and details aside, got a little wild and crazy.





     On day two, we were moving a bit slower and started the morning off with some light live music, and a beautiful buffet breakfast at the Court of Two Sisters on their outdoor patio shaded with immaculately grown vines, accompanied by the family. I kept with my "when in Rome" theory and had seafood eggs benedict....yummy......and also enjoyed a couple of mimosas. After stuffing our faces, Patrick and I caught a cab to City Park and admired the ancient moss covered live oaks and sculptured outdoor art. We were feeling very tired so after resting by the little river, regretting that we didn't bring a picnic blanket, we roamed until finding a large cement bench under a ginormous tree and closed our eyes for a nap. After realizing time had slipped away from us, we headed back to the hotel, and sat on the balcony, with those other tired people we came with, and watched the street performers from above. Talented acrobatic and charismatic people. After resting our feet, we hit the ground running again to catch a glimpse of the closet cemetery. To our dismay, the gates were locked, since noon; guess we missed that curfew by a long shot!. We peeped over retaining walls and through steal bars the best we could and after feeling satisfied, walked to down town to admire the Canal Street streetcars where I payed at a fancy McDonald's to use their bathrooms (But we got 2 for 1, because Patrick slipped into the ladies room after me while I stood guard!) That night after dinner, we stopped by Cafe Du Monde for some famous beneigh's and iced coffee. Out of all the fuss I've heard about them, I don't know why no one described them to me as what they really are: sopapilla shaped funnel cakes. It was the perfect tasty treat to end the evening. Everyone was practically covered with powdered sugar by the time we finished.

     If you remember back to the refrigerator mishap in the beginning, get this: Upon leaving Louisiana, we swerved around a mattress and box spring that had flown out of a vehicle!.......I guess people in some states don't take the power of highway wind as seriously as they should.

     P.S. Happy Anniversaries to Amy and Cliff, and Vickie and James!!!!!



Our napping bench



May I Make a Suggestion?

I finished it! I finished it!

I'm going to go ahead and throw it out there: anyone and everyone.........of appropriate age............should go ahead and read this book. It's got suspense and action,  sexy love affairs, tragedy, comic relief, a test of morals, and a satisfying end for the cherry topper. It's takes place on a circus train during the great depression and prohibition days, with most of it's characters and scenes inspired by documented events from the 1930's, the author found during her circus research, and includes a second layer by having the main character resemble a biblical story in the book of Genesis. As it bounces between past and present, the great detail and feeling described makes it impossible not to emotionally connect to the main character. It presents a point of view that might make you think differently about how well you listen to the elderly.

My overall rating: Loved it. I'm anxious to watch the movie now, to see if it could even come close to serving the book justice. I don't know how a movie can effectively describe a thought like this:

"Afterward, she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.
I want.
I lie motionless, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell."

Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen

Procrastination Wins..................

    Up and at 'em for going on 24hours now, but still too much left to do before we leave tonight! (I'm taking a break.)


I'm so glad the park didn't get storm damage!



    This morning's air was too crispy not to enjoy a workout with the pups, so instead of risking the heat and humidity with an afternoon walk, I decided to down a 5hour energy (which accidently regurgitated itself later with a burp, consequently making me very hesitant to belch for the rest of the day in fear of it's wrathful return) and hit the park! Unfortunately the ground was still too wet for us to venture on the out skirting dirt trails to look from my beautiful lost driver's license, so we had to stick to the concrete. We came across two lady's all packed down for a camping trip, and turns out they are practicing carrying their loads for a pack-in/pack-out ,50 mile, 5 day trip in New Mexico with their boy scouting children....How fun! Two hours later, towards the end of our run/walk every mom in West Plano had decided to take advantage of the nice weather, bringing out their jogging strollers full of children, which wasn't a good situation with a frisky Callie running at my side. She just can't help but lunge and yap at anything with wheels.....it's her weakness (she thinks of it as a strength, I'm sure). I'm sadly coming to the realization that Sumo is just a flat out pansy, and while Callie's fire still burned bright, Sumo's had dimmed to a mere flicker which was reflected by the way he kept slowing us down for his lets-lay-down-in-the-grass-I'm-really-tired-breaks. He's currently wiped out on the couch while Callie is keeping guard over the apartment by the window. In case you were wondering, The Black Keys radio is a great Pandora station, with tune after tune of groovy beats to pair with a slow jog. With only a couple of bad apples, I thoroughly enjoyed it.



If you don't love wild flowers, you need to get outta town with
your crazy self!



     After getting back home, we went down to the dog park for an hour while I buried my nose in my Kindle. Can you tell someone is feeling slightly guilty about the upcoming doggie hotel stay? I just hate that they'll be cooped up all weekend while we are out having fun. After only a day of learning so far, I’m already convinced my E-reader was a bad-to-the-bone investment. There are some super cool features that no one talks about! As you're reading, you can scroll down beside words and it automatically tells you the definition in a footnote! Also, you can highlight things and bookmark them for future reference. I took it with me to the dog park to test its outdoor capabilities in the midst of pure sunlight beating down, and further to my  surprise, despite the already good reviews, it reads even better in the brightest of bright lights! A traceless glare. I was trying to take a picture in the same light with my phone to document an example, and struggled to see a single darn thing on my phone! There's no book intimidation or underestimation by size, which allows you to purely focus on the reviews and value of content. And if you enjoy looking at the parameter of the book pages while you are reading, just to gage how far you've come from the beginning, or how close you are to the end, or to feel accomplished with yourself, have no fear.....you get to keep that feeling. There is a little timeline at the bottom of the page that tells you what percent of the book you have completed as you turn each page. By the way, if you haven't heard, Water for Elephants is an excellent book; so far I'm only 17% along, but I just started yesterday! Emotional and intricately detailed.



We all know my phone despirately needs a Macro
setting, so ignoring the blurry close-up, check
out that word definitation! The little round blob to
the right is an air bubble under my screen protector
that I  need to fix. 



     Funny thing: a lady I don’t even know gave me a book this morning. I walked passed her at work, commending her on good author taste, and she insisted that I take the book, read it and pass it on, saying she bought it from her book club membership in a hurry and realized tonight that she had previously read the book! What a sweet lady……..and lucky me! I happen to love free stuff!   

     Now I have to give both dogs and myself a bath...................

     Guess what? I still haven't finished packing and we are leaving tonight. Let’s see just how long I can procrastinate this!

P.S. Way to GO MAVS!!!! Maybe they are earning some well deserved respect now.  

What a Night




Watching the storm outside, I put on  my big 'ol saggy
 bottom sweats....for more protection! haha





     Wowzers! We couldn't have made a luckier decision to stay home last night. We initially made the decision not to go to the Ranger game to be rested for our upcoming weekend, but it turns out there was a better reason: the weather. There had been some pretty active wind earlier in the day (I remember being annoyed that I even bothered fixing my hair before leaving the house to run errands), but little did we know just what it was working it's self up to! As we watched the devastating storms in Oklahoma on the news while hoping our friends and others were safe, a dangerous storm began to develop over the Metroplex and before we knew it, tornado sirens were sounding and the Biggest Loser season finale I had recording was completely overtaken, never to come back on, for weather reports. I phoned my mom and packed our emergency bag along with making a game plan while over 27,000 homes lost power, 10-70mph winds raged through the air, up to 3'' hail was rapidly falling from the sky, damaging countless vehicles (a lady sent in a picture of her shattered car window from the hail), a couple of tornadoes made ground contact, and several cloud walls and wind funnels were accounted for. (I thought to myself while packing snack bars and water that I couldn't have picked a better night to have made the steak dinner that we just finished eating....what a way to go out!) I then immediately thought of my friends that were at the unprotected ballpark in Arlington and couldn't help but feel sick at my stomach. So, I put my texting skills to work and did my best at giving them play by play information of the storm so they could stay as safe as possible. Finally the stadium security started gathering people for safety in the underground tunnels, but I don't think they ever truly told the fans how much danger they were in, in fear of a chaotic reaction. Krystal said the grass looked like it was covered in snow, from all the hail. My work friends informed me that they actually had to put a Code Black into effect at the hospital and move all the babies into the hallways.....CRAZY! After 2 grueling hours of suspense, the large storm passed over Dallas, and yet another storm that had formed in the west was on it's way. We were finally forced to lay our heads down to sleep, but reluctantly, in fear that sleeping by a window was extremely unsafe on a night like that. It's always a very humbling experience to be subjected to a storm of such power. I'll never feel as safe as I did back home were we had a cellar to escape to when the weather was looking gruff. Needless to say, I had nightmares the entire night, but I'm thankful that everyone that I know is safe and well.

 



Callie gets Thunderstorm anxiety,
Sumo is just happy to be alive!



     Packing for a future event is very difficult for me. I dress according to mood, so trying to predict what I'll feel like wearing for days in advance is no cup of tea. The current mood I'm in also effects my packing ability, and that current mood today is blah blah lazy pants. I always try really hard not drag out an entire closet worth of clothing while putting together outfits, because I know it drives Patrick crazy (probably due to the fact I usually choose not to put them back where they belong until a week or so later), but sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!

Reporters bringing in some hail from outside....this was the SMALL hail.



      The dog's fancy hotel stay is booked, we are half packed, and I have one more night of work before off to the Big Easy, for some Cajun food and jazz music!



Yay for my new toy!



P.S. I rewarded myself a Kindle, and will no longer have to wait countless hours at places with nothing to do. I thought it would be way more responsible of me than to get a Nintendo DS, and in what couldn't be more perfect timing, for the road trip! I'm so excited to get my read on!

P.S.S. My turd husband is going to a Maverick's playoff game tonight while I go to work. I couldn't be more jealous.

Get in my Belly!!!



Below is the real picture, but this one is more fun!



Needless to point out, my phone camera is lacking of a Macro setting. That should be their next complication to add to phones!



    I usually don't particulary care for the smell of flowers. It's not that I think they stink, I just don't really hold any partial feelings toward the smell. I undeniably prefer, rather, the earthy fragrance of pine trees, fresh cut grass, mint plants, a crackling outdoor fire, and the coming and going of summer rain.

     Does that make me a weird girl? Oh well, who cares. (Statement; not an actual question.)

     There's a few minor exceptions to that preference, and one of them is magnolas. I think they smell so good.....and they look pretty too! There's a whole line of baby magnola trees along the sidewalk at our apartments that are currently blooming. It makes our doggy potty walk a little more enjoyable.

     Something else I find enjoyable: cuddling with my baby boy Sumo Wrestler. He is such a sweet little cuddle bear.

     Confession here. I don't like to admit that I'm addicted to anything. But there is something I'd very much so not ever have to live without. CAFFIENE! I love it. LOVE IT! I will have it in my tea; would you have some tea, with me? I would like it in my joe, a cup of joe does you good you know! I would not like to miss out on that. I would not like it; it would make me sad. I also enjoy 5 hr energy drinks, redlines, monsters, and chocolate. I'm not careless enough to combine all of these things in one day of course, but eventually they will "get in my belly"!

     ***So I lied. I obviously have not gone MIA, but I promise I have been working!***



As much as I'd like to claim the credit, I didn't draw any of the above, but they are pictures of real events. You might say, I've been playing with my Photofunia app! Pretty cool, huh?



"On My Way"

     I think it's finally happened. After a little over half a decade together (5.5 years to be exact), Patrick and I have reached the point of.............."wait for it"................normalcy. Well, as normal as we could possibly get anyway. We are still probably one of the cheesiest long term couples ever witnessed to man, but details aside, we actually got into what could be called the mildest of mild spats over the difference between me liking or not liking a particular item. I apparently reason way more complicated that he wanted grasp, while he became flustered at why I couldn't figure out how to give him a simple answer. Most of the time things just aren't black and white for me. Stupid? Yes. And that's why I say we've reached it, because never before in the history of kpLove would we have ever even let a moment like that slip into our bubble.
     Sometimes I reminisce back to the extremely simple days of infatuation when he used to lay his head on my chest and sing me this song. I had never heard it before and thought he was a crazy loon for making it up, but it turns out Ben Kweller was the voice behind it. Although the early days are fun and bring back much happiness to be remembered, now our hearts are filled with a deeper understanding (not that there's never MISunderstandings.....haha) of each other and a comfortable love. It's hard to explain unless you've been there, but hopefully some of my readers know what I'm talking about.
     What an ironic song title for us to also be On Our Way down the road of that we call love.

So here's to relationships young and old, enjoy each other, love can't be sold.......or bought,
Don't think I forgot.........'bout those napkins in your beard... or paranormal activity that you feared,
Like a scaredy cat........lets take a nap, a kitty cat nap, 'cause you my pillow that never gets flat.....
And that first time you farted and tried to play like you's asleep........ it sounded like beep beepity beepy beep beep.
The memories flow like the words from my mouth.....
Don't mess with me fool, unless you wanna go south.

I wish

Maybe we can make a music baby like this and become rich and famous. This is good here. Real good.

Life is a Like a Box of Chocolates

Update:
     Belly full to avoid crankiness, coffee in hand and hopefully better mentally prepared, I arrived at my second DPS office for the morning. I decided to avoid the chaotic mid-Plano office and head to an unlisted site I was told about. An eerie feeling of too-good-to-be-true came over me as I walked directly to the front desk without waiting behind a soul. My gut was right. "We don't do driver's licenses here," the lady informed me. So I decided to be adventurous and try my luck at yet a 3rd location. I found myself in what appeared to be little Korea-town, which is only an ignorant assumption based on the scribbly gibberish titling all the store signs in site. I found unfortunately that the famous phrase remains true, "The grass isn't greener......" This grass actually had less seating, and more people willing to verbally complain about the out of control wait and lack of organization. I couldn't help but think, "This would be the ideal time to have that Nintendo DS I've always wanted!" I did, however, get to witness my first posterior upper neck mustache (a sight for sore eyes), listen to a lady beside me loudly explain her entire current life and love affairs to a friend over the phone, and chat with a sweet elderly fellow about a humorous life experience he felt the urge to share with the cute girl in the pigtails (that’s me). The worst part of my three day experience (this may be vain but true), is they ended with the last laugh when the lady made me step in front of the blue screen of shame and have my picture taken. After a 12 hr shift! In scrubs, make-up-less, and hair pinned back in pigtails. My prime moment of raw material to be shoved back in my face every time I have to show my ID (this is to replace my super cute photo on my very UN-expired license, and after I showed up 2 times in decent condition). I might as well have just rolled out of bed to take that picture; which brings to mind another saying from that classic movie we all love, "Life is like a box of chocolates....................."
      So since it's Friday and it’s my only day off, I suppose I'll mix some spiked lemonade from all the lemons I've been given the last few days, and make some sweet music with my hunny (to be taken as an actual literal comment). At least that's something to look forward to.
Like my momma always says, "Moral of this story?"
      NEVER LOSE YOUR DRIVERS LISENCE!!
    EVER!!!!

Panda Jerks

I need to vent.
I'm so pissed right now.
I need a donut or something equivalent to calm me down. Yeah, I'm talking about emotional eating. So what?

I've made my second trip to the DPS office, and might as well be living a nightmare because I must return. I wish I was dreaming, but I've already pinched myself twice. Once for letting my Drivers License somehow escape my possession, and now again for the unbelievable terrible truth of how pitiful public government services really are. After being beat down by a line of roughly 40 people yesterday afternoon, I decided they'd never finish before close, so I returned with more optimistic hopes this morning, only to have them shattered.  At a prompt 0730, opening time, I still found myself rudely greeted by a line literally wrapping around the building! At 0730 AM! After waiting 20minutes and not moving an inch, I decided to scope out the indoors to see what kinda of monster line I was dealing with. Already packed on the inside. I couldn't believe it. Wasted gas. Wasted time. I'll never get either back. The system has me beat, and I hate being beat. I shall return tomorrow with donuts, coffee, and no curfew. Don't test me DPS, I will prevail.

P.S. Stop being such panda jerks.

                   Maybe these will help calm me down: