At night my very hyper but sweet dog Sally cuddles up to fall alseep and her favorite spot is right there on my belly. It's weird because I have never had a dog that was all about me. If someone approaches the house my dog Audrey is right by the door freaking out but Sally stays by my side. She stands there next to me and watches the door. It makes me feel like she's staying there in case she needs to protect me. She knows I'm in a delicate way LOL
She might be all stinky, but she's my little stinky :)
This is really an emotional blog for me... It happened Saturday night at Canal St. Theaters in New Orleans. It started out great with a few friends having a meatball slider and a drink before the movie "OLYMPUS HAS FALLEN" started. The next thing I know more people are filing into the theater and I have someone sitting next to me who is by herself. I said hi, and said wow that really stinks that you and your friend are seperated, if the two seats at the end of the row don't fill up we can just move down and you guys can sit together.. She was very nice with a great smile on her face and said OK great thank you.. In the mean time she was talking with her friend temporarily sitting in the row behind her about her two kids 4 & 5 who DID NOT want to see the movie THE CROODS.. After more small talk about my food she decided to move back to the empty handicap seats so her and her friend could sit next to each other.... About an hour into the movie we hear a commotion with people saying call 911.. It was the lady who was sitting next to me just about an hour before.. After stopping the movie and bringing the lights up a nurse and a former EMT who is now a teacher have been working feverishly on her with CPR.. This went on for at least 10 minutes until the FIRE RESCUE came.. This has been top of mind since this has happened Saturday night. The person I was talking too and laughing with a few minutes before is no longer with us... I now know her name and where she worked but out of the respect for her family will not post... Moral of this story is "YOU NEVER KNOW" how long you have to love, care for, and enjoy everyone in your life... Love your family and friends right now because today may be your last..... And may god bless AC
I told you after spring break that I was going on a tear-of the social kind-and I have managed to stay true to that goal. It’s crazy how much randomness occurs when you leave your apartment. My girlfriends and I were considering taking it easy on Friday night when we heard about this charity event so we were shockingly low maintenance about it and threw on some old black dresses and went to grab sushi before. For some reason it was a complete meatfestival in the restuarant. I know meatfestival isn’t a word but I’m making it one because there’s no better way to describe it. Anyways, these 3 large dudes approached us about an hour into dinner and asked for recommendations to grab a drink, but they had to work in the morning. I coulda sworn one was missing a tooth, but besides that they were all attractive and shockingly not douchey. They went on their way and we headed to the charity event. About an hour into that, my 2 friends and I realized we were drinking Bud Heavy in cocktail attire and hovering over the sweet potato fries like we hadn’t just gorged ourselves on sushi for 2 hours. I asked a woman standing next to me if the fries were good. She gave me a once over and said, “When’s the next time you have to get in a bikini?” Really lady? Instead of saying anything back to that, my retort was shoveling a handful of fries in my face and washing them down with the most caloric beer possible and muttering, “tonight”. Of course I didn’t mean that and she definitely didn’t get the joke. I moved onto the candy bar. Is it wrong to put handfuls of hot tamales in my purse? I normally wouldn’t steal candy from a charity event, but the tickets were 125 dollars so I figured I could snake some hot tamales. They weren’t even real hot tamales, they were faux cinnamon jellybeans.
We skirted out of there and headed to our typical weekend spot. Much to our surprise, the hot 3 pack of dudes were still at the place I recommended. I knew they weren’t from around here when they asked us to join them for drinks at our table and their social skills were really on point. What do you know, but Kevin Connelly was sitting at the table smoking one of those electronic cigarettes. E was smoking an E cig. I said that, he was not amused. Turns out as sporty-lesi as most of my co-workers make me out to be, I didn’t put it together until we sat down at the table, that these guys are “working’ on Saturday because they are professional hockey players. So we did what any good gambler would do and got the opposing team absolutely hammered. Rounds of shots that the bartender has yet to name, so we decided on “Wet Dog” and “Daddy Issues”. The latter could not be more true for the 3 of us. I also learned that toothless is not a dealbreaker so at least I have more male options now. They went back to their hotel and that’s where that story ends so sorry for any disappointment there. No 50 Shades of NHL Grey going on. They did give us tickets to the game the following day, which meant yet another night of socializing for me.
Let’s skip Saturday night and move onto Sunday. Sometimes, you have these realizations that just a few years when you are in the 26-30 range, can make a huge difference. Take J-si for example. He went from married and living in my apartment building to married, baby, homeowner and baby #2 all within the last 2 years. Anyway, I threw on some blush so I didn’t look like I had been at a Walking Dead costume party and tried to figure out what baby store was open before noon since the party started at 11 and I am a gift procrastinator. I got my Charlize Theron from Monster self together and sat in the parking lot of Buy, Buy Baby until until they opened. I got something called a Snuggle Bunny just because I loved the name and something on her registry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I walked through that store for half an hour and not one part of me went, “Awwww”. If anything it made me realize how far from that I am. A guy I know told me on Friday night at that charity event that I won’t be happy unless I’m married with house and baby by the time I turn 30. I strongly disagreed with him to the point that we argued about it and I finally had to say, “Look man, I am not worried about a damn husband and mini me. I am more worried that I will feel like I have no purpose and won’t be happy with myself.” Back to the baby shower, Holly and I exchanged knowing glances about how foreign that baby stuff is to us. I love my girlfriends that have that in their life and most of them seem fulfilled, completely and happy. Babies make me feel like I’m in the middle of the Pakistan. Completely lost, foreign language and quite smelly. I’ve always just assumed that I would have children, it’s just the wedding hoopla I don’t have any desire for, but I think my maternal instincts have disappeared. Maybe my ovaries are just playing hide and seek. Like hiding for years and they will come out and be like BOO, I need to make babies. Maybe they will never show themselves again and I will be the one buying gifts an hour before a baby shower and trying to carry 100 pound of baby into a party where I don’t belong.
Kinsey and I don’t go out much anymore… in fact, we probably average about one night per month. We will have split weekends, where she goes out and I stay in, and vice versa. That has actually not happened lately since she’s preggo again and doesn’t really enjoy the night life when she is pregnant. That’s understandable. But she wanted to have a night with friends since my birthday was during the week. So she hit up Bad Influence Paul and Reggie and set up a dinner with a few peeps.
Here is what I don’t get about the ladies… they like to do things that will make them stress out. Kinsey had a gift certificate to get her hair washed and styled. Thats cool! But she chose to do it two hours before we had to take off. The salon took their time, and were a few minutes late with finishing up. Kinsey was already stressing about that. Then the text that kills any sort of plans for parents came in: The babysitter canceled! Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuun!!!!! We got canceled on about an hour and a half from when she was supposed to be there. This left us with dinner reservations at 8, and a very tired baby. This is also the time when having family living in town would be great! Unfortunately, we don’t have that, we have to rely on people we meet, and we can’t help if people get sick. Luckily, Kinsey’s friend said she could watch Cason at the last minute. Yeah, our night was almost canceled, and we had someone pull through for us.
So how much did our lives change? Let’s compare my 25th birthday to my 30th. On my 25th we went to dinner with about 20-25 people, went to a club, splurged on an overly priced bottle, danced til 2 a.m., then we headed to my friends house for an after party, danced some more, and ended up at the house at around 5 or 6 a.m. Woke up the next morning, did brunch, and hung out at a restaurant the rest of the day. For my 30th we went to dinner with 10 people, went to Dave and Busters, killed it at the little basketball game, got enough tickets to buy a marshmallow gun, was home by 1:30 a.m., and asleep by 2 am. Woke up the next morning at 7:30 a.m., because Cason was slapping my head, took Cason to the park where he tried to eat some mud, hung out at the house the rest of the day, and watched This is 40. Haha! I still had a great time!
She started out as a contestant on The X-Factor in the UK, now sheâs making her mark here in the U.S.! Check out the full interview with Cher Lloyd and an acoustic performance of her song "With Ur Love".
I am totes obsessed with looking at my eyebrow waxings! I wax my own, which is why they look the way they do. I'm always amazed at how much or how little hair comes off in the wax. Can you say freak of nature? Yes, that's me.
The coolest thing is that my sister went to school to be an aesthetitian and I usually send her a pic of my eyebrow hairs cuz I figure she's the only one who will appreciate my weirdness. So see, there's two of us.