Sunday, August 29, 2010

Photographer for HIre...

While visiting my parents, I decided to look through some of their old photos-I was hoping to fondly reminisce about all the great times we've had together throughout the years.

Instead, this is what I found:
Remember that great beach trip back in the Spring of 2010?? And how pretty, young and thin you looked?

Remember when what's her face and what's his name were at that place?? was so awesome!

Oh I remember this...somebody SPECIAL doing the ol' pajama dance. Good times...

And fat neck lady. Remember her? Yeah, she looked really really bad this Christmas. Do you think we should tell her?
Hey, wait a minute..I recognize that necklace....

Finally! A picture that actually captures the essence, the joi la vivre. ( I made that up...what's that french phrase people are always throwing around? )
Our life...We kiss frequently in front of the azalea bushes, after a dramatic tango across the yard...

What do you mean you think this is 'staged'?!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Here's a quarter, call someone who cares

It's late. I'm up blogging and munching on a sleeve of salt-free saltines (what's wrong with this picture?)while Mr. Wonderful sleeps, dreaming with childlike anticipation about his upcoming day tomorrow.I know this by the look on his face. I don't believe normal people smile while they sleep. I for one sleep with my  mouth slightly open and the occasional snort which startles me to wakefulness. Mr. Wonderful says it's like sleeping with a freight train but he's been known to exaggerate.

He's an MRB engineer.  He goes like clockwork each and everyday to his job and does the absolute best that he can. He likes his job and the people he works with. He's careful and steady, totally dependable. Uber responsible. Did I just say 'UBER?' Oh, yes I did.
 I admire this steadfast quality because so far at this stage in the game of my life I DO NOT POSSESS IT. I get bored way too easily. I love cooking, writing, decorating, and chatting. I like funny accents, and silly stories, candy and clowns. Oh,  and going to garage sales. "Give me garage sales or give me death!"
  I've been a teller, a pharmacy tech, a daycare worker, a rental furniture salesperson,  tupperware manager, real estate agent, waitress, and tearoom owner. Not to mention I've worked at a christian gift shop,  retail clothing store, antique booth, and been hired as an interior decorator.   I am so glad that opposites attract. One of us has to keep a steady job!

He cares. And believes.
I don't care as much, and I'm not sure I completely believe.
You know, about salt intake, and other dire, earth-changing dramas you read about. Like saving the landfills from dirty diapers. Look what they told us about eggs.Come to find out eating a gazillion eggs isn't going to hurt you.
I knew it.
Don't even talk to me about butter...
I do believe in soap and washing your hands alot. I say donuts are good for you, in that good for the soul way.
He doesn't.

It's the important things that matter.
We both believe in love and God and trying our best to make it work.

Maybe I'll go into our room and kiss him softly on  the cheek and whisper 'thankyou' for being such a good husband...Or, I could trick him and yell "didn't you hear the alarm clock?! You better get up!"

Oh, the bliss of it all...
Don't worry I'm not that mean. But it would be kind of hilarious...

Monday, August 23, 2010

I Tried To Be Cool...

I tried. And then I tried again. And again.
Suddenly, I felt the urge to throw it against the wall.
And so I...

resisted. But barely. It was mostly the $200 price tag that stopped me, but it's little droidy voice did pipe up at just the right minute to say "droid", which means of course I'd received a very important something. Either an update, an email, a text message, or a missed call. It wasn't a good time to smash it to smithereens.
I'm not sure if our love relationship can last.
You see, I tried to blog from my DroiD.
 I wanted so badly FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE TO BE IN WITH THE COOL CROWD. I could picture it-the post, the tagline stating, 'sent from the robot attached to my body'.i just spent an hour wrestling  this badboy to the ground...the droid has a mind of its own. but look who won this battle of alien vs golly i have posted hear me roar

Friday, August 20, 2010

Visiting the 'Rents

I've been visiting my parents for over a week now. It's been good for my soul. Located out here on the the flat plains of Lubbock Texas, it's just me and them and 400 relatives.

I like it. My dad is an only child, but my mother...

One of TWELVE. Yes, you read it right. Her mama had 12 kids, and they all had kids, and all those kids had kids, and those...well, you get it.

Too bad this was before reality TV. My grandma would've loved to have been the star of 'Eunice Irene- Mother of 12 of the Prettiest Kids You've ever Seen'

There's nothing like a mother's love.

I've enjoyed seeing many of my long lost cousins, aunts and uncles. We've bar-b-cued, gone to church, talked in our fake accents, participated in a city-wide garage sale, been to a ribbon cutting, and set off a bomb to kill the odors of a rental house.

It's time for me to head home. Back to the green, the hot and muggy 100 degree weather of southern Alabama...I'm starting to glisten just thinking about it.

Lubbock, land of the cotton fields, sand storms, tornadoes, some nice dry weather, and most importantly  my people.

In the words of Arnold, "I'll be back."

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I'm in LOVE!!

I've never felt this way before. Ever. Not in my whole life have I felt as giddy, and happy and SPECIAL as I have since the day THIS came into my life.

DROID!! Yep, me and my new droid are inseparable. I faithfully charge it every night, and wait with breathless anticipation for the robot noise it makes everytime I receive an email, a text, a voicemail, or an update. I know the time, the temperature, and the date, at all times.

 It's proof: I have a life.

Before my droid, I had a useless, lifeless little piece of nothing. A simple, covered in makeup cell phone that could barely keep a signal. leetle reedeekulous piece of trash, I speet upon you.

Me and my Droid...Sorta seems like it'd make a lovely country ballad...

To be sung with kazoo:

Me and my droid
We get annoid
At all the folks who stare
But we don't care
'Cause WE ARE IN LOVE!!!

Me and my droid
I hate to be coy
there's hardly any words that rhyme
that's how I know it's time
to shout, WE ARE IN LOVE!!

I hope you get to experience a love like this someday. Until then, just picture me cuddled up and smiling contentedly. May all your dreams come true.


After much fanfare and ado...

(that statement was a lie. There was NO fanfare, No ado, No parade..Yes, I'm hurt. I'm bitter, angry and resentful. But what's new?)
Anyway, with careful  consideration   and successful bribing, and since I'm just sitting here twiddling my thumbs I give you THE BLOG.
For all those who promised to send me skittles, do it now.

 You can imagine my surprise when I came to the full realization of what this means. You're life is not complete without my blog to light your way...Or maybe you simply need a good dose of mindless fodder to make you feel better. I can do that.

Or maybe, just maybe,  YOU LOVE ME!!!

I knew it.

Hugs and Kisses everyone....
Let's get down to business.