Ive lost the writers touch....I have nothing interesting to say anymore

I mastered beer pong Monday night. I chalked it up to Beginners Luck. I got 4 cups though ;) We played with Jungle Juice, yes on a Monday night. And we had a round of Kings with Milwalkee's Best...reminds me of Papaw. <3>I found my husband. He taught our class today. Just kidding, but I woulda jumped his bones. And he's a doctor, big money big money! OOh yeah, dont forget the sculpted abs too.

thegeekmyster (8:51:10 PM): which is better MMMBop by hanson or Wannabe by Spice Girls
Curlsnpearls07 (8:51:19 PM): That's a toughy
thegeekmyster (8:51:21 PM): i know

...Joshy is doing the best present for Coley. It makes me heart smile a little.


I made the perfect waffle Tuesday for Brittany. I was proud of myself. Usually I get it stuck in the machine and the worker usually has to come get it out! Anna taught me Monday. Except I put vegan cool whip on it and almost barfed. But dont you fret, I covered it up with peanut butter.

Jill and I headed out for our Wednesday night dinner. We stopped at the stoplight while people crossed the road in front of us. Nothing unusual; its not even uncommon for people to cross in front of the cars without a crosswalk. We sat there and cracked up about the guy pushing a red shopping cart....and guess what was inside of it? None other than a big brown pittbull!

Seems I always find myself around uncle saltys. We were in shafer the other day and Anna pulled me to the side and was like, "Omy god! That guy is checkin out your ass!" I almost puked.

Sharon informed us that Jason Aldean is coming to the National. And she concluded that my husband from the Gary Allan concert may be there since he was wearing a Jason Aldean shirt that night!

Several of my loved ones have the black plague. Im all for spreading the love, but lets keep this to yourself, okay?

Give Me a Crowd All Redneck and Loud

I've always held onto my country roots and I doubt you could make me change them. I once took a stupid survey test on MySpace (yes, its a sure way to procrastinate) and it shocked the hell out of me, when I looked back at my answers.

Ive been muddin--even with my parents! I can sing more than one of David Allen Coe, Charlie Daniels, Hank Williams Jr and Johnny Cash song, and I wore my cowboy boots everyday up until I outgrew them (Im currently saving to get another pair) and I even owned a lasso! I watch bull riding on a regular basis, it's my favorite show on ESPN, and am adding it on my list of things to do, to actually go see a real one.

Most kids start off singing Patty Cake, Patty Cake or If You're Happy and You Know It, Clap Your Hands. I grew up singing:
Swingin by John Anderson
Chattahoochee by Alan Jackson
There's a Tear in my Beer by Hank Williams
...and so many more.

Where I come from, we hunt deer AND EAT THEM. I used to make daddy bring home his deer heads for me to see them, and yes...I know what a big rack with a large spread looks like! Ooh yeah, and when you see a truck on the side of the road with an antenne hangin out the window...it means they're trackin dogs--where I come from, we put tracking collars on our dogs and dont come home until we've found them all.

No one has dances anymore, the kind that I remember from my childhood where Aunt B and Uncle Wally would pick me up and put me in the middle of them during the slow songs, or where I stood on daddy's feet and danced. My whole family knows how to flat-foot---I just cant find that rhythm!

Ive been on a tractor, flipped the 4 wheeler, and gone on a bigillion hayrides. I like stepping in mudpuddles and the sight of mud doesnt bother me. I used to have a bow and I did pretty damn good hittin my targets and for fun, we used to shoot soda cans with the bb gun.

I love the distinct smell of carhartt jackets and I miss wading in the creek with my overhauls on. Where I grew up, we rode in trucks....I actually fell out of the old Chevy at one point. Grandma and I used to gather eggs from the chicken on numerous occaisions and I was born on a farm---okay, I was born in the hospital but we lived on a farm my first year.

I miss fishin at Campbells farm with Daddy, Momma, Caleb and John. I caught my first crappy when I was 3 years old with my beginner snoopy reel and daddy made us try Copenhagen when we were little so we'd never touch the stuff as adults.

Ooh yeah, and it pisses me off when people associate that Confederate Flag with racism. Did you ever think it was as symbol of our pride of being Southern? I think everyone should have the right to own a gun. Sure, make the background checks a little more extensive, but dont kill off huntin just because it's "inhumane". Seriously, consider this...if there's no hunters, that means they'll be more deer to run out into the road and wreck you car. Food will get scarce and they might just die off anyway! So shut your mouth, atleast hunters can clearout the risk of overpopulation and feed their families at the same time!

I like sittin on the porch in the cold, country cranked up to loud and singin my heart out...and with my feet movin too! I need more country nights in my life! and yes, this is my idea of fun! I also love thunderstorms in the summertime and the smell of fresh rain is like heaven.

We used to go to the Monster Truck shows every year, and I think you're hot shit if you can play football. I tend to go to other sports and yell at our team to tackle someone :) Im a total whiskey girl, even if it makes me surf in the kitchen and dive under barbed wire fences.

Ooh yeah, and it's a life long dream of mine to go Cowtippin! You think, genuine redneck, I think...I wouldnt have life any other way.

Talk to me...

Friends are about having abnormally weird conversations.

Piss that smells like weed, making special brownies, vagasil at the beach, sex addictions and shit--literally! Psycho-pathic roomates, pregnancy, and STDs aren't unspoken in this friendship!

.......you think it's nasty, i think....That's my favorites, not afraid to tell you what they're thinking!



[Im gonna add to this list at a later date]

Just Another Day in---[Paradise? Thats a Negative!]

Virginia Commonwealth University. Home of the weird ones.

I sat on my bed, cranky as a mofo. Stupid anatomy. Over the tv blaring and the shouts from those that puffed the cheeba just an hour before, theres this stomping noise...it's Nadine again, in her room stomping the yard! Its nothing out of the ordinary to see her galloping down the hallway or meowing at our dorm mates.

I left Shafer the other night--we sat in there for only 3 hours that night. I walked out the door and hear a commotion, some guy had parked his car up on the brick patio and was doin some crazy jumpin moves. I guess it's good for the legs...they thought it was cool, I thought they looked like a bunch of kangaroos.

I got on the bus around 8:15 on Thursday. There was a black woman, in her 40's Id assume. She lives in a dorm. The bus wasn't crowded at all, maybe 6 people total. And what does she do, she busts out some for of latin song that seems neverending. I respect her, she's paying for college out of her pocket.

Bob Marley's birthday was celebrated by my friends. I was a good girl. I just blared his music very loudly--with my headphones on of course.

At VCU, our tofu is made freshly from Twin Oaks, Louisa Va. My friends are taking a field trip. Im supposed to help them make a mix cd to blare on their way to the commune. A little Hendrix, Grateful Dead, Some Beatles, ...yeah, all the good stuff :)

We decided we'd take a little walk tonight through the crowded streets of downtown Richmond; you know, to walk off dinner. We walked for quite a while--with ice cream cones in our hands. Defeats the purpose, doesnt it?

We found this street, almost hidden from our normal routes to parties. It had huge houses, some duplexes. GORGEOUS! There were windy staircases, beautiful brick (top of the line stuff! lol) and little porch swings. It's the kind of neighborhood where the ritzy live. The sidewalkes were filled with little kiddy cars and skooters. I swear they didnt worry about people stealing them--the kid toys probably have an alarm system.

We were just walking taking our time, when out of no where this white figured animal appeared. I almost pissed my pants! Sarah did too! She ran straight into me!

Roomie and I have taken a routine of watching American Idol and that Lie Detector Show. OOh reality tv. Please end this writers strike and give me back my CSI and Criminal Minds!

Sunshine on a Cloudy Day

Its getting warmer, it makes me slack just a little more. I drove Sunday, first time in a while, when I could actually feel the sunshine. I just cruised, radio blaring, screaming at the top of my lungs, with three windows down (as we all know, driver side is still broken) and the wind whippin my hair around. What a tangled mess.

Summer is a step closer. I want to reach out and grab it, but there's stuff keeping me from just that--freakin school. Freakin city. I had a bad day again.

Although, dinner is become pretty amazing. Of course, the food is still disgusting beyond tasting, but the company is great. We're currently planning a trip to NY. Spring break, get here soon!

Im excited for my longwood visit, and time with my bestest. There's no telling what we'll find to get into! Any place is better than here. Miss Doom and Gloom? Maybe. I wont deny it. I just yearn for the sunshine on my face again, the peaceful naps on the dock, and the insanely wonderful that I was once given.

I'm supposed to be studying. Why bother in this loud dormroom, apparantly we have rats. So let's see, I dont sleep. The food isnt even remotely healthy and now we've got rats. Niiiccce, and how much money am I paying to live in hell?

Andi and I had lunch today. We were talking about life and sluts and just everything and she left me with a quote that her boytoy always says--"Hope for the best, expect the worst" That's how I live my life. You think it's negative, I think it prepares the heart for letdowns.

Again, this is strictly PMS. Laughter and random will soonly return..I hope ;)

Save Tonight

I've wanted to write a blog for several weeks now and the inspiration just hasn't hit. So here it goes. This one is going to be extremely short because truthfully, this week has sucked some royal ass.

I sat for two hours today with a bag of Chocolate Chips. I hate chocolate. But with killer cramps because of Aunt Edna, it somehow made things so much better. That's when I started thinking about Jo on the last of the Favorites Shindig at Coley's the night before we left for college. She sat in the kitchen and ate half a bag--and I somehow ended up getting the peanut butter and jelly of my dinner on her pants!

And then...I remembered one of my favorite episodes of Friends when Phoebe thought her Grandma had this secret recipe for making the best Chocolate Chip Cookies--when in reality it was Nestle Tollhouse (she thought it was a foreign name). See this is why I dont ever pay attention in class, while I'm studying or even driving--my mind wanders too rapidly and sparks a whole bunch of random memories. Because in my head, everyone and everything is connected!

And in those two hours, I listened to some of my favorite songs :o) If you really know me, you know Im obessesed with music from the 70's and 80's. Well my darlin, I am also in love with music from the 90's.

To Name a Few:
Pat Monahan's Her Eyes
Spin Doctors
Oldschool Matchbox Twenty
Eagle Eyed Cherry
Blessid Union of Souls
Oasis
Gin Blossoms