Beauty Queen of only 16...

Dress~$70.00

Snowball Dance ticket~$5.00

Seeing my little girl looking SPECTACULARLY STUNNING~~~

Priceless

I don't wanna be at work right now

But, here I sit. Behind my desk. At work.
It's not bad here,nope,not at all even. I actually like my job. It's just that, well...there are a few other things I'd rather be doing.

Bungee Jumping. Hey, I've done it once before. Since I lived, I'd like to do it again.

Making my own Root Beer. My totally awesome friend Amy brought me some A&W today and so help me they have the best rootbeer! I've got to find/steal that recipe!!

Manicure. My nails look decent but oh my it would feel fantastic to have my hands softened, preened and massaged.

Licking the bowl. I pretty much don't care what's in said bowl. It's usually always something yummy and more than likely chocolate.

Take a hike. Literally. Camp Horizon is calling my name...shhh, can you hear it too?

I'm realizing this list could go on and on my friends so I'll just stop for now.

But tell me this....What would YOU rather be doing? Because in addition to the above, I'd rather be reading my friends blogs than being at work ;)

I just wanted some milk

So I'm in my friendly neighborhood Braums yesterday after work picking up some essentials, milk (Braums IS the best) a loaf of bread and some cookies. For those of you not from this area Braums is a burger/ice cream type place that also has a small yet very fitting grocery section. I can run in there and get everything from bread and milk to fruits, veges and chips and chicken! Love it.

Anyhow, like I was saying, I'm in Braums yesterday and I notice this woman struggling to open the door as she is holding a purse that can only be carried if you're of linebacker size. This thing is HUGE. Not just big, I'm talking GI~NOR~MOUS. And it's not even cute. But I digress...not only is she carrying this "purse" she is talking (yelling) on her cell and juggling her keys. Now let me paint you a picture. This is not just a run of the mill key chain, no ma'am. It's the Rolls Royce of key rings. It's got bells and whistles, literally. It's got to weigh 4-5 pounds and I can only think to myself that's got to be hell on her ignition although I'm not sure why I'm thinking that. Probably some urban legend thing I may have heard growing up or something an old boyfriend told me about my key ring when I was 16 so I would take off 1-2 pounds of my keyring. Sooo, I go open the door for her.

I'm nice like that.

As I open the door I say, "Looks like you have your hands full." This "lady" says to me, "Your point?" And continues to talk unnecessarily loud on her cell phone. (tilt your head, furrow your brow and say WHAT..here) I just turned and walked away in disbelief at her rudeness. Geez, I was just trying to be nice. Not thirty seconds later I swear... she drops the keys. And of course everyone in the store hears this happen cause like I said, it's heavy and full of dangly crap. But not only is that the sound we hear, it is followed by a very shrill overflow of expletives streaming out of her overly sparkled glossed mouth. Hello?! Children and lil old ladies are in here!! But since I'm the closet to her and I do it without thinking, I bend over and heave her keys off the floor and as I'm handing them to her she JERKS them out of my hands. But wait!! There are so many doodads, whatnots, thingybobs and dooma~flachies on the thing my pinky is caught and she damn near rips it off! YOUCH!! I look at her in a pained/pissy kinda way (what, you didn't think I was going to let that slide completly did you?) and she says in a way that can only be described as BITCHY, "These are mine." I'll just let you simmer on that one for a second. I had to as well, plus I had to make sure my poor pretty little pinky finger was ok. It's my favorite digit.

Onlookers. Yep, it's a small town people and an even smaller area we're in so they are everywhere. A few of them just kind of shuffle along muttering under their breath cause they have no doubt seen and heard everything that has transpired in the last minute and a half, and hopefully just as surprised as I. There's a little man, and by little I mean just an inch or so taller than me little that notices that I'm looking like a deer in the headlights staring at Bertha then my pinky, then back at Bertha (that's what I've named her by the way) and cracks a smile and says, "Her husband has gotta be miserable." I feel better.

I get in the short line with my goodies and I can still feel my heart beating in my poor lil digit. I'm trying not to look at her. I'm fully irritated and am willing myself not to accidently on purpose knock her eggs out of her hands, when of course...Bertha steps in line right behind me. Great. She's still on the phone, still jangling (Jangling is a word, look it up in the Tonya~ism Dictionary along with Dooma~flachies) her key thing, still lugging around "Gertrude" the purse. If Gertrude was a color, it would be the color of this purse. I continue in line just looking off into nothing just begging for it to be my turn so I can get the hell outta there. Finally, I pay for my items, grab my stuff and head toward the door. The last thing I hear as the door behind me starts to close is....

Wait for it...

"Where the F@!K is my wallet?!?!"

Have a nice day :)

Wordless Wednesday

Wordless Wednesday

One of those nights...

I should be in bed sleeping. I was dog tired 3 hours ago and here it is almost midnight and I'm fiddling around on this and so NOT sleeping. My brain is ON and my body is by all means (seriously) OFF.
So what I want to know is...What keeps you up at night? What thoughts run through your mind like lumbering trains that never seem to end? Is it kids? Work? Or something even more interesting like, "I should really shave my legs. That new fabric softner really doesn't hold it's scent. I think I'll make Turkey burgers for dinner next Thursday. Wow, I can't believe I had that pen mark on my nose all day and not a soul told me. How did I get pen on my nose? And the list goes on and on and on....
Let it out! Tell me I'm not the only one that is kept from beautiful, peaceful and much needed sleep.

Now I lay me down to sleep.

There's this boy...

And he has my heart.

Wordless Wednesday

A lil bit more 'bout me...

Ten things I wish I could say to 10 different people.

1. I forgive you. That doesn’t mean I like you.
2. Why me?

3. I wish you would stand up for yourself.

4. I know I’m a better mom than you were.

5. I’ve givin up looking for you.

6. I’ve never felt more loved!

7. You taught me how to be happy with myself.

8. You underestimated me.

9. I’m more thankful than you can imagine!

10. You were right.

Nine random things:

1. I experience deja vu a lot. It’s kinda creepy.
2. I sleep waay to hard.

3. I have a theory, I MUST HAVE been adopted :)
4. Maybe I should not worry so much.

5. Cooking for my friends and family is like therapy to me.

6. I sleep walk.7. I’m out of shape.

8. I have a scar and I have no idea how I got it.

9. I wonder if people talk down to me cause I’m short or I’m short so they talk down to me.

Eight ways to win my heart:

1. Crack me up.

2. Play with my hair.
3. Keep your promises.

4. Random acts of selflessness.

5. Talk to me.

6. Write me a letter.

7. Protect me.

8. Love me as much as I love you.

Seven things I've been thinking about:

1. Laundry...silly but true.

2. Chesney’s growing up so fast.

3. I wish Dallas lived with us all the time.

4. Lately, avacados.
5. Bills.

6. I need a new hobby.

7. Going for a drive.

Six things I wish I never had to do:

1. Clean the toilet.

2. Work for anyone else but myself.

3. Trap mice.

4. Worry about anything out of my control.

5. Ever see a clown again. Ever.

6. See my kids hurt or cry.

Five turn offs:

1. Back hair.

2. Ignorance.

3. Chauvanism.

4. Rudeness.

5. Someone who can’t laugh at themselves.

Four turn ons:

1. Challenge me.

2. Say/do those things that make me blush.
3. Working man hands.

4. Talk to me in a "tone"

Three wishes for my future:

1. Have my kids go to college and be successful and happy in whatever they choose to do.

2. Have lifetime passes to Bluegrass. (it doesn’t all have to be so serious ya know!)

3. Leave my mark, in just a small way.

Two things I want to do before I die:

1. Do something so spontaneous it makes people question my sanity.

2. Grow old with the people I love.

One possession I could not live without:

1. A cozy blanket. And all it has to offer.

Wordless Wednesday