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.
I enjoy sports, binge watching TV, food, reading, and slightly bearded men.