Brown is the new blonde...

I've temporarily returned to Bloggerland. I lay in bed every night and compose what I think are *awesome* entries and then I sit down at this fine machine and *poof* --- vanished into thin air. I know I've talked about this before... but I become more and more befuddled as this continues to happen.

Things have been right-o crazy at this joint. Kids have been arriving and I really don't think registration will ever end. The weekend proved to be a much needed fun time before school starts. I love how when the week starts I have all these "weekend plans". The actual weekend plans are always so different than what I orginally plan. For example--- this weekend was the Tight Lies Tour and nine holes at Wood Hollow with Shane. Man, oh man... can we just say that I might marry my six iron. He gave me more lovin' than I've ever gotten in my entire life! Seriously... and my putter... she's just a ho! Gettin' all around town. I think Shane likes her! ;-)

I wish I could just play golf everyday. It really is one of the better 7 Wonders of the Modern World. I need to just live on a golf course. You don't have to talk or answer any questions. It's just you and the ball. And maybe a few divots. I had a wonderful discovery this weekend...

It's confirmed.. I HAVE ADD!!

Yep... and here's why! When I golf, I always lose track of my score. I can't remember from one shot to the next because this is what happens: I tee off... and by the time I walk the 100 some odd yards to my ball I've thought about lots of stuff... and then I hit again... and I'm still thinking about whatever I was thinking about... and the next thing I know I'm two putting and I can't remember how I got there!!

Potcake informed me several weeks ago that I was ADD. She had read an article in Newsweek or TIME or USA Today about adults with ADD and she's convinced that I have it. The more I think about it... the more she's right. I have a hard time focusing when people are talking to me and there is a lot of other stuff going on to distract me. At the same time... I can tune out people at work. I get in my cubicle and just go to town... never look up. Pat Green in the CD player and I'm good to go. So maybe I need to see someone...

Well... I best be gettin' er dun!

When it rains it pours and opens doors
And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe and dry
And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the ones we love
That have to say goodbye

And as I float along this ocean I can feel you like a notion that won’t seem to let me go
Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you’re here with me
And you make everything alright
And when I feel like I’m lost something tells me you’re here with me
And I can always find my way when you are here

And every word I didn’t say that caught up in some busy day
And every dance on the kitchen floor we didn’t dance before
And every sunset that we’ll miss I’ll wrap them all up in a kiss
And pick you up in all of this when I sail away

Whether I am up or down or in or out or just plane overhead
Instead it just feels like it is impossible to fly
But with you I can spread my wings to see me over everything that life may send me
When I am hoping it won’t pass me by

And when I feel like there is no one that will ever know me there you are to show me

Back To You...

It seems like my last few posts are MIA. I was in The Woodlands-- using dial-up... enough said. So... I guess I'll start from then. Whoa... that was a week ago! Yikes!

First things first. I made peace with The Woodlands. Our differences go way back. We've decided that since we are both grown-ups, we can be civil for everyone else's sake. Plus, there are a lot of good concerts at the Pavilion and it's just not fair for me to miss out on that.

Can I just say that Casting Crowns rock? I wanna be them when I grow up!! Well, maybe not "them" (you think I have multiple personality issues now...) but maybe just the chick with the fiddle/violin. I could so be her! Actually-- I'm already in a band!! You didn't know? Yeah... I don't want everyone knowing. I'm the drummer, actually. When the back-up vocalist is sick or not wanting to strain her vocal chords I do a little back-up vocals too. The back-up vocalist plays acoustic, too. The lead singer is on keyboard. We pretty much rock the house.

We're actually making an appearance on Monday night. I can't disclose the location because our agent is really picky about that kind of stuff. Just imagine though... two admissions counselors and a dental hygenist. It doesn't get much better than that...

Just for the record-- we all three have our own bodyguards. That's three bodyguards. So be afraid-- be very afraid.

As I sit typing I'm also whining to my fellow band members. They failed to mention how sore water skiing and jet skiing will make you! That's rude of them.

For anyone caring about baseball movies.... (I'm figuring Mike is the only one) I watched The Natural and Bad News Bears last night. The rotten thing is that it put me in bed at 2 AM!! I was a grouchy girl this morning...

It was worth it though. The guys came over and we made pizza and watched the Olympics. About those Olympics... I have only two gripes. Don't think I'm un-patriotic or anything but those guys look gay in those crowns they make them wear. Not to mention that NASCAR isn't on either. I caught a golf tournament this afternoon so that made it all better. My Sunday just isn't complete without some NASCAR or a good golf tourney on the telly. I should get to bed... this week holds promise! I've got a 5K on Saturday and the Pat Green concert too!


Much love to my Potcake who's summer ended this weekend. You're a cavity fightin' princess-diva!! When you walk in May-- I'll be there in my best dress! *This summer was the most fun!*

WYWYWBM #10: She's in a rock band!

persnickety Pineapple...

ARGH!! ARGH ARGH ARGH! ::RAWR::

I am soooo frustrated with myself. I started cooking supper this evening and decided to put on a cake. Simple, right? Not so much. There was more cake batter than anticipated and because I’m a DORK I just put it all in the skillet (cause I was making a pineapple upside down cake) and now I have a mess on my hands.

The cake began rising and its contents spilling onto the bottom of the oven and (here comes the good part…) BURNING. So, now I have a smoky house on my hands. Not good. I was able to get a mini-nap this afternoon but woke up pretty grumpy. The cake issue isn’t helping. I guess I can’t learn if I don’t make mistakes. But, I HATE making mistakes. And the grumpiness is still here. I seem to get in these moods most every Sunday evening. It’s like I realize the previous week is over and I accomplished very little which means I have even more to accomplish in the upcoming week. Whoever you are—bless you for reading this cause my whining is only going to get worse.

I just realized that I don’t have a free weekend for the next month. Fun, huh? Please, please, please realize that I realize I’m a whining, ungrateful soul right now. I realize that. I have no reason to whine. None at all. I am blessed to be enjoying my most favorite time of life, ever. I can’t imagine it getting any better than it is right now. A friend and I were bemoaning friendships gone awry and how disappointed we were when things happened that we would never have bargained for. The more I think about it though – the more I am happy for that. I’m happy that the cream of the crop are sticking it out. There’s a lot of transition right now and I want to encourage her! Those that play AND CRY together – stay together. [Whenever that’s put on a Hallmark card – make sure I get the credit J]

It’s seems like everyone is fighting the end of summer, so to make it easier here’s my BEST OF SUMMER 2004 list:

*riding in a new truck!!
*oh… the beauty of Grand Bahama Island
*knowing a real, live POTCAKE
*watching some drive off in the golf cart with it STILL plugged into the charger
*dumping cold water on that same person while said person was showering
*harassing POTCAKE at work
*harassing the man in the new truck about his caloric knowledge of Krispy Kreme & Starbucks
*a BLISSful wedding!
*NASCAR
*playing a game that prohibited mentioning anyone male… and if you did you had to remove an article of clothing… a strip poker of sorts…
*sweet tea
*motorcycle rides after an evening jog
*late night talks on the golf cart
*customized ring tones

the online version of I NEVER...

Ok, so in my I'm-having-to-go-on-a-business-trip-that-I-don't-wanna angstI decided to rataliate by blogging. *snicker*snicker*

(x)- you've done it
(_)- you haven't
(?) -not sure


(_) been drunk
(x) kissed a member of the opposite sex
(_) kissed a member of the same sex
(_) been to Japan
(x) ridden in a taxi
(x) been in love
(x) been dumped
(_) shoplifted
(_) been fired
(_) been in a fist fight
(_) snuck out of my parent's house
(_) ever had a crush on someone of the same sex
(_) ever dated someone of the same sex
(x) had feelings for someone who didnt have them back
(_) been arrested
(_) made out with a stranger
(_) celebrated New Years in Times Square
(x) gone on a blind date
(x) lied to a friend
(x) had a crush on a teacher
(_) celebrated Mardi-Gras in New Orleans
(_) been to Europe
(x) skipped school
(_) cut myself on purpose
(_) seen someone die
(_) been to Africa
(_) had a crush on one of my Xanga friends
(x) slapped someone I loved
(x) Driven over 400 miles to attend a show/festival/fetish ball
(x) Been to Canada
(x) Been to Mexico
(x) Been on a plane
(_) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show
(_) Thrown up in a bar
(_) Purposely set a part of myself on fire
(x) Eaten Sushi
(_) Been snowboarding
(x) Met someone in person from the internet
(_) Been moshing at a concert
(x) had feelings for someone you knew only online
(_) had plastic surgery
(_) been in an abusive relationship
(x) gone to college
(x)graduated college
(_) tried killing yourself
(x) thought about trying to kill yourself
(x) taken painkillers ... only those prescribed for me
(x) miss someone right now... my Mom!!!

Accessories are Necessities

First off... take a seat. Yes, pull up a plush chair and pour yourself a cold one. (a "cold one" meaning a coke, sweet tea... that sorta thing)

This is gonna be a long one simply because I've neglected My Precious for several days.

Here's to Monday's--
Ok so I head out the door for work on Monday AM. I'm really proud of myself because I've been arriving in the office by 8:15-8:30 for the past two weeks and I'm just p-r-o-u-d. So, since I have a can't-miss-even-if-I'm-dying meeting on Mondays, this helps my arrive by 8:30 habit. I'm not feeling fabulous about my outfit either. If you're a girl-- you'll get that. I arrive at work and a downpour ensues. I'm bending over to reach onto my trunk to get my umbrella and I'm SOAKED!

Then... I'm COLD and WET. Ick. Bad hair. Ick ick ick. So I head to the first of meetings that will last until lunch. I'm not exagerrating either. I'm talking consecutive meetings until noon. Who said having a job was fun?? THEY LIED.

Things got better. The sun came out and I got a phone call that allowed me to vent! :-)

As I'm typing I'm getting frustrated because I had all these funny things to put on here and now *poof* they're gone! Vanished into thin air! Argh...

So to continue with my incessant ramblings--
I have to be the MOST BLESSED person alive. Seriously. I get so frustrated with myself when I doubt God. I always have a smidge of doubt that this time is the time I will crater. Yep... folks the ship is going down -- I'll think to myself. But God comes along-- 100% of the time -- and sends a friend or some ray of light. Not to sound like Madonna, but I do hum that song when those blessings happen! I got to see my friend PB down at the Print Shop today! It was too cool seeing her in her element with all those papers and machines and ink. Just made me wanna buy school supplies.

Speaking of which-- I really like the erasers that you stuck on the top of your pencils. They were shaped like little caps for the pencils to wear and came in different colors. Weren't those cool??

Then, click pencils came into being. The ones with the retractable lead. Yeah, baby. Talk about technology. Erasable pens too. I mean-- some one was thinking when they thought of those. I mean... the ink's there one minute... and BAMMM!! (Emeril style) gone the next. It was perfect for my sixth grade, fickle heart. (We weren't allowed to use erasable pens until we were sixth graders) I could easily love Trent one minute and Patrick the next. Ahh... when things weren't complicated. All you had to do was play MASH and your life plan was set.

WYWYWBM #9: "....you had me at hello...." --Kenny Chesney

Butt Cancer

Ok, so the title of my blog is not the most feminine thing to say, but I had an "experience" today. I was working on something that required me to stick my cell phone in the back pocket of my oh-so-cute-Ralph-Lauren-denim-skirt-that-I-got-on-clearance-at-Macy's-in-LA-last-March.

To be specific, it was in my back, right pocket. Everything is fine... for awhile. I notice awhile later that the specific area in question felt different than the rest of my body. A little tingly. Strange. It probably doesn't help that last week I was reading on the Verizon website about the radiation that cell phones give off and how it *shouldn't* be harmful.

I agree--- it *shouldn't* be... but that doesn't keep it from actually being harmful. Weird corporate psycho America. All about the almighty dollar.

God has been wrapping his arms around me the past few days. These friends of mine are just blessing me all over the place.

WYWYBM #8: She dances with the one that brought her.

We Be Throwed

on the title of my blog...
There's this weird place on Eastman (south of Birdsong, but north of I20) that has "We Be Throwed" as the title of said establishment. What the heck does that mean? "WE BE THROWED..." I mean, I've never used that in conversation and I doubt Paris Hilton has either. Speaking of which... she really should come visit Longview. That's be hilarious. She could preview LETU with all our boys that "be throwed". Hee hee. I snuck that 'lil diddy in there.

So next time you ask me how my family is and I say, "We be throwed!" -- you'll know.

humm.... it's been so long since I wrote that I have a ton to write and can't write. Make any sense? Didn't think so. I'll start...

I matched today! EVERYTHING matched... think really hard about that and it'll eventually come to you. There aren't too many hysterical/dramatic/exciting things going on. I'm just living a typical life: working, trying to pay the bills and keep everybody happy.

Oh wait! There is one exciting thing! I watched The Sixth Sense on Saturday night. Woah. I've always like M. Night's stuff because I think he's brilliant and that we're probably related, but this movie was the coolest. I abhor scary movies and was pleased as punch that this movie wasn't scary so much as thought provoking. It makes you think and try and figure out the symbolism, etc. etc. I love symbolism and so I was sold.

Now, I'm definitely feeling the need to see The Village. I think I can handle it.

I'm letting this evening be my "breather". Folks- let me just be completely real with you... I don't think I've ever been this stressed before in my entire life and I think I'm handling it quite well if I do say so myself. This may sound like I'm talking out of both sides of my mouth, but I am so blessed to even breathe. I know that God has a plan. He redeems me every morning. I don't know when life will be easy, actually. 'Cause your either entering a crisis, in the middle of a crisis or ending a crisis. *LOL*

I guess I'm just a dramatic girl, huh? Actually- the things that stress me out aren't silly at all... or at least I don't think so. The one weird thing about blogging is that's its so vague. I mean, people write about being stressed and sad or in love or whatever it is that's taking precedent but you don't ever really know what's going on. So I'll just tell you what's up with me.

My Mom has cancer and that's really stressful. I'd like to think it's "just another bump in the road" but it isn't. It's tough. Millions of people have it so much worse than she does and even more people are in the exact same situation she is, but it's still hard. She's really sick. Someone has to do everything for her and I can't be with her all the time and I hate that. It's pretty much all I can think about.

You know what else? When you get out of college it's not lots of money, a cool new car and a swank corner office with a hot assistant/secretary (boy secretaries are called assistants). It's BILLS and 'stickin it to tha man (i.e. aww... I typed that quote and now I can't remember the name of the movie... well, I'll leave the quote up and if you guys can remember the movie stick a note in my chatterbox).

I don't want to depress anyone... oh- no, no, no. It is a lot of fun. But it just isn't what I expected. Life throws you major curves. The awesome thing is that I am more responsible and know more about who I am than ever before.

Guess what I discovered? I LIKE BASEBALL. and Texas A&M over UT. I LIKE SPORTS, A LOT. And that's ok!! I'm an East Texas girl who would marry Dale Jr. in a heart beat even though he doesn't meet any of The Check List's requirements. Ah... The Check List. It's a real artifact, actually. Many a man has been destroyed by it.

...The Check List. It has even been revamped to include Divorced. Never thought we'd have to add that one, huh? Ok... wow I really went chasing rabbits there didn't I? Whew. Ladies & gentlemen I bid you farewell with this final remark (confidential to Laura) GIT'ER DUN!!

WYWYBM #7-- 'Cause she'll watch Blue Collar Comedy Tour with you... and LAUGH!