SATURDAY.....aforementioned arm pain ruined this day. I couldn't do anything but lay around and complain about it.
Happy Birthday to The Captain:
My sisters appreciate my pastiness.
Sunday consisted of work, lots of Once Upon a Time, and me complaining that I am hot.
Speaking of hot....
Monday.....oh the heat. I am not going to stop complaining until October. It was so bad in our house, and our AC works fine, that my legs were sweaty and sticking to the chair.
Dinner was scrumptious:
Crock Pot Smothered Pork Chops
Anything to keep from turning on the stove.
I don't think Bailey had any takers....
I would move back to Alabama to have this sandwich
Just saying, that with this hair do, I am pretty much a Narwhal.
Remind me this Tuesday, when I KNOW that I have to work a reception why do I wear my black Tom's? I know they are going to hurt my feet.
You wish you were here listening to me complain about it.
I am currently walking hunched over like I am strolling on lava rocks.
Dinner was awesome!!
As is this article.
13 Facts About MacGyver
The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels by Ree Drummond
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Anyone that knows how I read books on the Kindle, usually 20+ at a time, one chapter at a time. I saw this book on Amazon, I didn't know it existed, or I would have read it a lot sooner. I read the entire thing, beginning to end in one day. I love this family! I can't get enough of her blog, and I know I will read this again many more times.
View all my reviews
Laura was able to get awesome shots of most everyone that was at work today :)
I possibly had to explain to Unnamed Coworker how to make Frito Pies
Wednesday I felt like this:
I have a flair for the dramatic.
My brain refuses to admit that Jimmy Olsen and Mike Weston are played by twins.
I believe they are one!
This made me snortle.
Krystin and Justin came by today!!!! He still loves Scott more than me.
Friday of course Bailey and I had a town day.
We left our dignity at the ham.
Just a 1am conversation between Rebecca and I:
Hunter and Brayden on vacation!
I would probably pee a little if I saw this on the highway:
I just realized that I own Fried Green Tomatoes, the book, so I gotta go.
So you know how lately Sunday's have been my poop day?
Well hello Saturday!
It wasn't a total loss, I finished season 5 of Pretty Little Liars, cooked this, Spicy Cauliflower Side Dish,
and then went to my mother's and hung out with the Lil.
And as always, when I am feeling down, I grab my dog.
I am going to rub her a little bit
Or maybe a big hug!!!!
Callie looks like, "um human? Help?"
I will just lay my head on the tiny human's mom's leg.
Tiny human loves Callie.
Do you want to know what I looked like at the end of this Monday?
Surprise inspection day.
With an Outstanding :)
You want to know what all of our faces looked like at the end of Tuesday?
Several of us had to be at a workshop in Shreveport at 8am. We all gathered at the hotel 7ish. I didn't really know where I was headed, so I said that I would follow the Boss Lady.
She speeds a little.
And exits off of the Interstate from the left lane.
Therefore, I missed the exit. I was almost 40 minutes late to the workshop.
It was really good though, I had a good time and learned a lot.
Again, my texting skills prove that I am the best friend ever.
I am sure that I have shared this picture of Lily, but it's worth a lookie again.
So whilst trying to get ready for work this Wednesday morning, I keep giggling thinking of this post:
Now....you just gotta know Krystin to understand why this is funny. I would never call her dramatic....but....
I miss Krystin coming in every single morning at 7:00am.
"I AM DONE!!!!"
Thursday I woke up with my left arm hurting. Not "I am having a stroke/heart attack" arm pain,, but "I slept all night and did salsa dancing right here on my forearm pain". Later on I had chest pains, just like the time when I pulled a muscle in my chest and indeed went to the ER and had a full workup for them to tell me it's not a heart attack, but a pulled muscle.
Not a fan. I was afraid if I were having heart issues I was dismissing them as old pain.
I didn't get home from work until almost 9pm, and I tried to hard to stay awake until 2am when I have unlimited internet, but I crashed and burned around 1:46.
I had a weird thing happen this morning. Of course I blogged about it:
Who You Gonna Call?
Here is a little Chad Prather to make you smarter:
Disrespect Our Flag?
Horrible family pics are a must at our gatherings:
Friday I got lost more times that I can count. I had directions on how to get to Rapides Hospital. Bailey had Siri ready to go as a backup.
Siri is stupid. Siri tried to get us to take roads that were not there.
Once we finally made it to a parking lot at the hospital, I then tried to figure out where to go. I knew the man I was going to visit was in 609. Bailey and I got on the elevator, and it only went to the 4th floor.
I had to ask someone who knew I was lost.
We were in the wrong wing.
I did get to spend some quality time with my friend, and it was sad to leave.
Bailey and I then attempted to go to Target an butthole Siri had to put her two cents in.
Apparently Bailey hates Target and I didn't realize that until 2 hours in, LOL.
We got our Chick Fi la on.....
Gotta love Snapchat conversations.
Bailey sent me this pic of her and Dylan:
I sent her one back of my face with Scott in the background.
He had on khaki work pants, so I am not sure. I assure them we both had on bottoms and sent a pic of my polka dotted booty shorts.
Got to love SnapChat.
I leave you this week with Lily.
In a box.
So....I don't really believe in ghosts.
Kinda. It's like aliens, I am not going to argue when you say they exist, but I don't necessarily believe it.
I believe in demonic possession, spirits, and Nick Saban.
But something weird happened to me this morning, so I thought I would share the very few unexplained things that have happened to me in my life.
PLEASE feel free to give me some sort of explanation.
As a teen at my friends house, I was asleep on the couch, and when I woke up I saw a faint image of my late grandmother standing there.
In Alabama, circa 2007, I had this super duper gnarly flip phone. Scott and I are in the bed, about to fall asleep, my hand knocked the phone off of the mattress, and behind the headboard. I didn't want to wake him up, so I figured I would just get it in the morning. I knew I would have to pull the mattresses back, move the headboard, and fish for it.
The next morning I did just that, and the phone was nowhere to be found. I took apart everything, and nothing.
It was just gone.
Scott gets home from work and he looks for it.
So I make dinner, can't remember what, and Scott gives me the most puzzling look.
"I found your phone!"
In the refrigerator.
Inside the sour cream.
Even IF I decided to wake up in the middle of the night, sleep walk to the fridge, have a dollop of Daisy, there is no way the phone could have been retrieved without moving the mattresses and the headboard.
My original wedding ring was a set and it was a tad too small and bulky so I bought an anniversary band that I never had to take off.
The day the band arrived I was on my way to Louisiana from Alabama. When I arrived at my mother's in Louisiana I know where I put the wedding set so I wouldn't lose it.
I lost it.
I tore the entire house up and never found it. I had a suspicion of what happened to it, but I never told a soul.
In Alabama, Scott has a few items that he was able to save from a house fire over 20 years ago.
Years later we move to Louisiana from Alabama.
I lost several people close to me that year, one being the person that would know where my ring went.
One day, not long after the funeral service, Scott opens his mother's jewelry box, and there is my wedding set.
That particular box was in our closet, it was never taken out the 9 years we lived there.
At my job, I lost a very special lady to me.
She was always happy, kind, and made me want to be a better person.
She lost her fight with cancer not long after I lost my Daddy.
When I relieved the Night Auditor one morning, she had a sticky note over one of the cameras. I giggled and said "what is wrong?"
She told me she saw a face, clear as day on one of the cameras. I humored her, but thought she was nuts. Stuff like that doesn't exist.
The next morning she said she saw it again. Again, I think she is sleep deprived.
And then it happened. I wasn't looking for it. But she was there.
I didn't want anyone thinking I was cracked, so I kept it quiet, told only Scott.
Well of course the next day the entire hotel knew, including her daughter. She would come at different times of the day and watch the camera just so she could try to catch a glimpse.
The Night Auditor didn't have a clue who she was, so I showed her a picture of her that I had on my phone.
She lost it.
It was Mrs. Rose.
Still to this day when I go through that particular room alone, I speak to Mrs. Rose.
5. **I remembered this one after I posted this**
When Scott and I lived in our second apartment, he left for work one morning around 5:30am, and I was in the kitchen (I really have no idea why I was doing dishes that early). I stepped back and I felt his hands around my waist, so intense that it stopped me from moving backward. I turn around to scold him for sneaking up on me....there was no one there.
I cried and hid under the covers.
So this morning. I didn't have to go to work until 11am. Scott went at 7:30, and let out the cat.
Around 9am, I heard the bedroom door open (the cat can do that), and then close.
I open one eye, didn't see anything, assume the cat is being a butthole, and close my eyes.
The door opens again, then closes.
I am annoyed.
The third time the door opened, I threw the black pillow (because it's the hardest) at the door so it would shut and/or scare the cat away.
When I got up to get ready for work, the black pillow was on the bed with me, not on the side I sleep on.
No other pillows were on the floor.
I tell Scott the story when I got off of work, he said that when he came home, there were a lot of pillows on the floor, but not the black one.
Maybe I didn't win.
Do I need a salt circle? Holy water? Josh Gates? Sam and Dean?
HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!!!!
I don't normally feel joyful and triumphant this time of year.
Fireworks scare me.
I remember burying my Daddy this time of year a couple of years back.
This Fourth I didn't plan on doing much more than cleaning my house and catching up on laundry.
I slept until 9:30, read some on the Kindle, then brushed my teeth (not hair, lol), and went to my mother's.
Lily was gone with the parents, so I missed all of them.
Driving home, almost to my driveway, I noticed a white truck coming towards me, so I put on my blinker and turn in.
My Uncle Jr came sprinting towards me, waving his arms like an octopus yelling "your dog just got hit!"
I get out, and she came limping towards me, so I scooped up all 60 pounds of her and came in.
I have never been a dog owner, I don't know how to deal with things.
She was just limping a little, and there was just a smidge of blood, but to me, I was looking at bandages and amputation.
She's fine. Just a little sore.
I have no idea how to get her to STOP chasing cars.
Bailey and Dylan came by to check on her :)
Got the grass mowed, then the storm came.
60mph winds, hail, the works.
Am I a schmooze for worrying about my car?
I grabbed my camera, that I am still trying to figure out how to work to take pictures, and they came out a little blurry.
It will not defy me, I shall figure this out.
Bailey and I feel the same way.
Can I stress again how much I do not like fireworks?
Ariel-Marie SnapChatted this pic, she was able to wow a Guest with kids!!!
No, it's not a raw chicken.
I hope you had a wonderful Independence Day!
Here is a Happy Fourth, from 3 of the best Canadians I know:
The 6pm NASCAR Daytona race started at 10:47 Central Time.
Guess who has to get up at the buttcrack of dawn?
Oh welly smelly.
I made it until 12:30 our time then finished it this morning.
Dale Jr. won, which broke the Internet, but the wreck involving Austin Dillon was brutal.
Even though I knew the wreck was going to happen, I didn't prepare my girly-brain.
I gasped, and teared up, and clapped when an opposing teams pit crew ran to help him and gave the thumbs up.
On a happy note, NASCAR tweeted me :)
Today is Monday and I can cry if I want to.
I finished this book.
Still being traumatized over my dog getting hit, I let her out when I got home from work.
When I pull up, Ethan, the three year old next door (Bratty Kids, Recitals, and Birthdays), said "How's Cawwie?"
I said "she's much better".
He goes "Can she come out and pway?"
I said "yeah, if she wants to".
So she runs out, and does whatever a 3 year old boy and dog do.
Right at bedtime, (okay, the end of WWE), she gets called in.
After a few minutes or so I call her more, by her FULL name.
I walk around the yard.
I get in the truck and drive around near the house, looking in ditches.
Praying. And nothing.
Finally I walk around my uncles yard, I was going to knock on his door but I could hear him on the phone, so I just texted "hey, have you seen Callie?"
I get in my car and drive around more. The headlights are clearer and it smells better than the truck.
Finally I get the phone call. She is fine. Asleep in Jr's house. For hours.
I was relieved, and kinda ticked off. But more happy.
Jr. said "yeah, she's been asleep all day!"
What a weirdo.
You wanna know the best part of this undershirt?
It's a bra.
And it's okay, because it looks like an undershirt.
But it's pointless because I tell everyone.
I thought I was the best babysitter ever....
Until I met this guy. I turned the Lobby tv on Cartoon Network to keep the kid entertained.
Tuesday was an amazing day.
Work was long, but good.
The next couple of weeks I will be working different hours, but that means I get to sleep in a bit.
I am sure everyone saw the shenanigans with Jared from Subway.
Was it him? What is it his business partner?
We shall never know.
On Wednesday everyone was wandering around going "will this week ever end!!!".
To make this day a little better, here is an adorbs pic of Justin:
The movie "Can't Buy Me Love" was a huge part of my adolescent years. I had it on VHS along with "Dirty Dancing".
I honestly think I wore the tape out until it wouldn't play anymore.
I was sad to read about the passing of Amanda Peterson.
Thursday started off with a bang...
If anyone has virgin eyes, you may want to look away for this next pic.
I get a message from Rebecca:
Tyler Seguin is the Center for the Dallas Stars.
I am wearing my Dallas Stars tshirt.
The 2 following photos, well, they're going on the hall wall next to my Grandparents.
I am so sorry. Certain things have to be shared.
I forgot to mention that today is PAYDAY!!!!
I got to see my BFF for a second today at the Walmart.
She said "we are living large without the kids!"
I told her "don't forget to go to Taco Bell!"
She makes my heart sing.
While sitting in line at Taco Bell, I get an email/text alert from SWEPCO:
Well crap. I have a car full of groceries, it's a zillion degrees out, no power, and it's SHARK WEEK, MAN!!!!
I texted my Uncle Jr, who lives next door:
"Do you have power"
He replies "where are you?"
I said "Natchitoches"
He replies "no"
So he then calls my mom to tell her I have inside information with the SWEPCO people.
I then receive another notification: (I don't know why it's smaller, I am not an expert on how these things work)
So yay, the power came back on before I got home. The house wasn't even too hot.
I then received another email from SWEPCO:
After I un-fainted, I turn off the a/c.
Just kidding, it's still on.
Lily's smile to was too precious for me to not share. All of my chins.
She was bothered that I had my phone on charge on the other side of the room, and WHY were we not looking at pictures?
So charger be darned!
So, on Friday morning, I roll out of bed at 4:30 to hit up the little girls room, and then I wander into the kitchen and down 3 Ibuprofen, and crawl back into bed.
It has nothing to do with the fact that I may or may not have had 1 or 2 margaritas the night before.
When I do get up for good around 9ish, I look at the kitchen with one eye open, and stared at it.
Like seriously, what the hellllllll.
My house is by no means immaculate, I work all the time, I have a cat and a dog, and the one of the worlds messiest husbands.
But! I do keep it tidy. And I know the dishes were done the day before.
What was in that drink, yo!
Have I always been missing a drawer knob?
My remembrance of last night was a nice dinner of the Taco Bell, I snuggled with Lil, walked on the track with Bailey, and then came home and had *coughcough* 1 nice sugarless Margarita and then feel asleep listening to the nice sounds of Sirius radio.
Scott's version is more like "OMGOOOOD, you keep shaking your glass wanting more, eating hummus, and guacamole, and cold tacos, and listening to shi**y music from the 90's, and then fell asleep in the chair, while claiming to be awake but with your eyes closed".
Tell me my 7 readers, who do you believe?
Regardless, I have to go clean that kitchen now.
I am usually off on Friday and Saturdays, so the norm is to sleep/lay around/blog until 10:30 or so on Fridays, then Bailey and I go eat lunch at El Nopal, then get what I need, and come home at 4ish. I don't get much cleaning done, and then in the last blog or so I explained my Saturdays, so today, with no plans, I am determined to get the house good and cleaned. My daily cleaning isn't hitting the spot this week.
I have learned this whilst emptying all of the trash cans.
I have a lot of trash cans.
Like two small cans in the living room, one big and one little in the kitchen, two in the bedroom, and one in each bathroom.
That's not normal, right?
I do believe I am habitually lazy in taking things to the kitchen trash can.
I finally got it looking better.
I possibly did not do the dishes.
So. Bailey and I decided to go to the Walmart at 6pm on a Friday night.
Worst idea ever.
It came a downpour on the way to pick her up.
So many body parts got wet.
We leave, get into Natchitoches, and there is a train.
The worlds longest and slowest train.
I am sure it's in the Guiness Book of World Records.
She is indeed wearing a hoodie in mid-July.
We finally get through all of the traffic, and get to the Walmart.
Just trying to get in a parking space was a hassle because people were all bunched together talking, and you can't drive around them because of oncoming cars. I could've honked my horn to move out of the way, but I didn't want to get shot.
We get in the store, make our way to the spray paint, and a wannabe Kid Rock hells HEY. I AM TALKING TO YOU!
Not me, but one of the Walmart workers pulling a pallet jack.
He looks at me and goes "he heard me".
I said "yeah I think so"
He said well "F You too!!!!!!!"
He then sees another worker and yells HEY!!! And the dude keeps walking, and Kid Rock guy just keeps yelling obscenities at the worker. Finally the worker said "are you talking to me? I can't hear you"
Bailey and I are kind of stalking the situation, and the dude is slinging F and GD, and all he wants is a flag pole.
Probably to hang his rebel flag on.
Worker, who is a lot more gracious than I would be, show him the flag poles.
He stares at them, then walks away.
So we wander about, loading up with snacks, and then it comes the glorious time to check out.
I got in a line with one woman.
Probably 15 minutes later it was our turn.
She had 3 carts full of bagged stuff. She had one cart half full, and the cart with her two kids in it half full.
This woman was so messed up it was beyond comical.
She would hand the cashier something, and get a new total.
Some things she would put back in the cart, mumble. look around.
I still don't know what the deal was with the two carts of unrung up stuff, but she didn't leave with the bagged stuff either.
The cashier was wonderful, she was patient, and smiling, kept giving me apologetic smiles, but there was no way I was getting out of that line. One time the woman looked at her kids, and said "you see that woman? She is looking at you, and it's so embarrassing."
Oh yeah, that's why.
Never in my life.
Time for stolen Josh Box pictures:
That's all I have this week, folks.
Saturday was pretty much your typical day, but I swapped Bailey for Scott in my grocery shopping endeavors.
I don't think she appreciates my method.
"Why don't you put your list in order?"
"Why don't you mark your things off?"
"I HAVE A PEN!!!"
But the day ended with grilled hamburgers, so I can't complain.
My baby mama made the paper!!
Monday was a typical Monday.
Laura had a mop on her head...
Lily showed off her dance moves...
And Jamie tells it like it is-
On this Tuesday, I would like to introduce to you my friend Josh Box. We met over ten years ago living in these tiny apartments in Alabama. Josh is...unique. I have watched him shove fire crackers down his pants and take off. During a hurricane he got in a tub and floated around the parking lot. He also loves Kobe Bryant, so I will stop there.
Anyway, he finds all of these abandoned places and takes the most amazing pictures.
I messaged him the other day, "Dude, my blog is boring, can I use some of your pics?"
And he was like "DUUUUUDE, sure".
He has hundreds of pics, so I am just going to share a few at a time, so I can stretch it :)
I could not for the life of me go to sleep on Tuesday night. Finally, at the tail end of midnight I dozed off.
Only to be woken up at 5:12am by my phone ringing.
It was work....I had to go in.
So I rush to the bathroom, brush my teeth, face, pull my hair back in a ponytail, throw on the least wrinkled thing I found, grabbed my makeup bag, purse, laptop, and keys, and take off.
Apologies to the jogger I scared to death on our road. You should be sleeping anyway.
I fly into work, circle the building, park in a handicap spot, dump my bags on my desk, sprint into the kitchen, and....
everything was fine. I just stare, slump, and say "I'll be in my office'.
We received literature on how to perk up children's stays. Forming the towels into animals was one of the suggestions. I didn't even read it, I knew I couldn't do it. BUT!!! Ariel-Marie and Laura gave it a whirl:
And the final result?
Despite drinking an energy drink, a can of Dt. Mtn. Dew, and a Dt. Dr. Pepper, around noon I couldn't stay awake.
After spending a good 20 seconds trying to turn off a light that was indeed already off, around 2pm I called it quits.
While driving home, the phone rang, and I answered, then I killed my car and realized I had driven to my mother's house and not home.
Meh, I just went with it.
I did however go home shortly and lay down.
I didn't sleep though........
Little Texas released their new video, "Slow Ride Home"
It's a wonderful song about a Fallen Soldier.
Slow Ride Home
Thursday was a rare off day. I slept in until 9:30 or so, showered, then went to my Mother's.
We picked Bailey up from work (gasp!), then dropped off Mother's car to get something or another fixed.
You want to know the best part about this day? Forget the sister/Mother bonding time, when we were vacuuming out my car, I found a case of Honey Buns! I remember now having to give someone a ride, and I didn't want them to know that I was the type of person that purchased Honey Buns by the case, so I stuck them under my back seat.
When I attempt to go to sleep at night, I KNOW better than to reach for my phone or Kindle, because when I do, I am almost asleep when I make discoveries.
Apparently there is a thing that exists called an Alligator Gar.
IT'S A FISH!
HERE is the link for the full article. I read where they normally don't share pictures of Alligator Gar because people kill them for sport, but this was a rare occasion, it was caught in a net.
I put in over 10 hours of work today. It was alright. Usually when I work on a Friday, something bad always happens, but this was gravy.
Krystin brought Justin by today. He is growing up so fast! And he never stops moving!!!
When Scott walked by (also chubby cheeked and bald), I said look Justin, it's your daddy!
And Justin reached for him.
I am concerned.......
If you want me to go SQUEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Just have Chad Prather retweet or favorite something that I tweet.
This is the video I was referring to.
Stop Getting Offended
Pictures that I stole from SnapChat
So tomorrow is the Fourth of July.
This is just a bittersweet time of the year for me.
I will leave you this week with one of my favorite pictures that I saw online.
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