Thursday, August 9, 2007
Working out
I love the feeling after I workout with the weights but GOD I hate making myself get in the car and go over there. Tonight I did not get home until 10:20 because I had to get some groceries at Walmart after going to the Y. UGH! At least now I don't have to go on Friday night! YAY!
Miles likes to invite herself over to her grandma's house
Milesy is once again spending the night at Mawmaw and Pop-Pop's house. This morning she says, "Momma, don't fuh-get my suitcase, 'cause I'm stayin' the night at Mawmaw's."
This was before any mention of the event to my parents. Later, when we saw my Mom's car out shopping, this jewel came out: "Momma, go on and put my car seat in her car, 'cause I'm staying the night at Mawmaw's for a slumber party tonight."
This was before any mention of the event to my parents. Later, when we saw my Mom's car out shopping, this jewel came out: "Momma, go on and put my car seat in her car, 'cause I'm staying the night at Mawmaw's for a slumber party tonight."
RADAR
I am so happy that I will once again be getting Radar in the mailbox on a monthly basis. I really loved Radar. I loved the article on Walt Disney World employees and anothe on International Male clothing.
A note about mom jeans
I have noticed a decline, and I can't help but wonder if the SNL skit from several years ago gave some of these women a wake up call.
My birthday
On Sunday, I will be 31. Ahhhh. 31. I remember when I was 22 and those ladies that wore the no-butt-pocket, high rise, tapered-leg, 'mom jeans' were 31.
PS I don't wear mom jeans.
PS I don't wear mom jeans.
My fridge is better than your fridge...
OK, so while I gloat about my fridge, you can feel a little better knowing this one irritating factor, though helpful it may be.
I go in there and get something, arrive back on the couch or wherever, and immediately begin hearing, "ee-ah ee-ah ee-ah ee-ah" over and over again.
UGH! This is my fridge telling me that I did not properly close the door. Yes, it helps me keep my food cold/frozen properly. However, it always sucks to turn around and go shut the door. You know, sometimes in life, you just want to forget that you left the door open until you finish your popsicle.
I go in there and get something, arrive back on the couch or wherever, and immediately begin hearing, "ee-ah ee-ah ee-ah ee-ah" over and over again.
UGH! This is my fridge telling me that I did not properly close the door. Yes, it helps me keep my food cold/frozen properly. However, it always sucks to turn around and go shut the door. You know, sometimes in life, you just want to forget that you left the door open until you finish your popsicle.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Maters
On the way home from Franklin on Sunday, we saw a handpainted sign on the side of the road that said, "Fresh Tomaters for sale" with an arrow pointing down a long driveway.
It reminded us of when Anjeanetta and I saw a sign in Red Boiling Springs that said, "arsh" potatoes instead of, "Irish," potatoes.
It reminded us of when Anjeanetta and I saw a sign in Red Boiling Springs that said, "arsh" potatoes instead of, "Irish," potatoes.
Insomnia
I have insomnia. I can't even think about going to sleep. This sucks, but I am used to it. UGH! I just need Calgon to take me away.
Lola's bobo
Lola got two bobo's today and it just broke her little heart in two. A decoration that my mom had sitting in her window fell off the edge when Lola started banging on the glass and hit her on the head. She just cried brokenheartedly for about 30 seconds but then as soon as she realized she was in her momma's arms she was ok. Awwww!
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
How old is too old????
OK, so there is this lady in town, and I guarantee, if you ask anyone between, OHHHHH, 27 and 34, they will know who she is. The only problem with that, is the ldy is at least 50.
Probably a good 55.
Anyhoo, this lady is known bc she always has a sportscar and nails done to the max and blonde hair and miniskirts, etc. She is super nice, however, I am not sure she should wear miniskirts anymore. Just a thought.
The reason everyone knows her is bc she cruises around in her sportscar like the chic in the thunderbird in American Graffitti. She is just who she is, and she is very recognizable.
So the question is, how old is too old? I mean, I know I dress younger sometimes, but for the love of God, I am only *almost* 31!
Probably a good 55.
Anyhoo, this lady is known bc she always has a sportscar and nails done to the max and blonde hair and miniskirts, etc. She is super nice, however, I am not sure she should wear miniskirts anymore. Just a thought.
The reason everyone knows her is bc she cruises around in her sportscar like the chic in the thunderbird in American Graffitti. She is just who she is, and she is very recognizable.
So the question is, how old is too old? I mean, I know I dress younger sometimes, but for the love of God, I am only *almost* 31!
Oscilating fan
Did you ever think about setting up an oscilating fan on your patio or deck to make it more enjoyable? We do that and it is soooo much better.
Just a thought...
Just a thought...
The saga of Jolene and my boots and the reason for my blog's name
OK, so here is the story behind my headline about Jolene not havin' nothin' on my boots...
OK, Here it goes: 1.)Jolene is Jolene from the song. She steals other womens' men. 2.)The boots story is in regards to these boots that I had that were really high heeled and were 'snake skin' and I called them my stripper boots just because of the height. One night I went to dinner to celebrate a friend's new job. There was this girl there named Rachel. She wasn't the most naturally attractive girl you ever met (that's for sure) but that's irrelevant (not really). We were part of a group and she got kinda of smarty when I asked if she knew my best friend who is from the same tiny town but claimed not to know my friend so I just dropped it. Later, we were suppossed to meet everyone downtown. Meredith (girl with the new job) got a call while we were sitting there wondering where they were. The girl said, and I really do quote, "I don't like that girl Dusty OR her boots so I am not coming." Then a year later, I was at a bday party. I went to the restroom with a friend; there was an empty spot at the table next to me. When we came out, she had sat down. She took one look at me and snatched up her belongings and huffed down to the other end of the table. THEREFORE...it has been a huge joke for a long time bc she was just psycho and hated me immediately bc people were complimenting my clothes and boots and she was homely. 3.) Girls like my husband; they like him in a forget he's taken kind of way. There have been a whole bunch of times when we have been out at night and some girl from college or his work or something will see us and be all drunk and basically forget that-HELLO- he is married and I am sitting RIGHT THERE. I actually had this chic named Amy lean down between the two of us one night at this bar Wall Street when we still just engaged and she turned sideways while leaned over, back to me, tits to him and straight up made him so uncomfortable that he mentioned like three times that I was his fiancee. This has happened a bunch of times. It is weird. It is oddly common that some drunk girl makes an idiot out of herself by flirting and such with my husband. 4.)THEREFORE...Jolene ain't got nothin' on me and my boots...BC those girls think they are a bunch of Jolene's but they aren't...cause I am the one with the snake skin stripper boots. LOL. Oh, AND I am the one with Funkmaster P...Phillip. LOL.
OK, Here it goes: 1.)Jolene is Jolene from the song. She steals other womens' men. 2.)The boots story is in regards to these boots that I had that were really high heeled and were 'snake skin' and I called them my stripper boots just because of the height. One night I went to dinner to celebrate a friend's new job. There was this girl there named Rachel. She wasn't the most naturally attractive girl you ever met (that's for sure) but that's irrelevant (not really). We were part of a group and she got kinda of smarty when I asked if she knew my best friend who is from the same tiny town but claimed not to know my friend so I just dropped it. Later, we were suppossed to meet everyone downtown. Meredith (girl with the new job) got a call while we were sitting there wondering where they were. The girl said, and I really do quote, "I don't like that girl Dusty OR her boots so I am not coming." Then a year later, I was at a bday party. I went to the restroom with a friend; there was an empty spot at the table next to me. When we came out, she had sat down. She took one look at me and snatched up her belongings and huffed down to the other end of the table. THEREFORE...it has been a huge joke for a long time bc she was just psycho and hated me immediately bc people were complimenting my clothes and boots and she was homely. 3.) Girls like my husband; they like him in a forget he's taken kind of way. There have been a whole bunch of times when we have been out at night and some girl from college or his work or something will see us and be all drunk and basically forget that-HELLO- he is married and I am sitting RIGHT THERE. I actually had this chic named Amy lean down between the two of us one night at this bar Wall Street when we still just engaged and she turned sideways while leaned over, back to me, tits to him and straight up made him so uncomfortable that he mentioned like three times that I was his fiancee. This has happened a bunch of times. It is weird. It is oddly common that some drunk girl makes an idiot out of herself by flirting and such with my husband. 4.)THEREFORE...Jolene ain't got nothin' on me and my boots...BC those girls think they are a bunch of Jolene's but they aren't...cause I am the one with the snake skin stripper boots. LOL. Oh, AND I am the one with Funkmaster P...Phillip. LOL.
Old Navy update
OK, so I went into Old Navy to get some workout shorts and they had three signs saying 50% or more off yet they were only maked 25% off. I found a close employee and asked. I was very nicely informed that the people putting up the signs either 'don't pay attention or run out of the right signs' and told that the tag is right.
Whatever.
I just stand my ground that this is terribly misleading. EVEN though I admit that I was not complaining about the price, just the misleading sign telling me they were a better bargain thatn they really were.
Oh, and this was nice: "Most people can't figure up the math so we never really get complaints."
Whatever.
I just stand my ground that this is terribly misleading. EVEN though I admit that I was not complaining about the price, just the misleading sign telling me they were a better bargain thatn they really were.
Oh, and this was nice: "Most people can't figure up the math so we never really get complaints."
Personal trainer
OK, so let me just say that I never even thought about the fact that weight training would affect my posture. However, every time I go workout, I have the most wonderful posture afterwards. I walk in a manner that is so much more proper. It is really awesome.
My time with my trainer is done. I met with him for about 6 weeks but I am not going to continue. It is just not realistic for someone on a single-income budget to pay the hourly fees they charge. Phillip and I each did 5 or 6 meetings with him and we can't afford to keep paying $40 a meeting for now. However, we both left with a definate plan and a file at the Y that we can access ourselves every time that we go in. So today I went in and got my little file and worked out. It was awesome to feel like I knew what I was doing. And I actually do things that I NEVER thought I could do. I mean, the first time he had me on a machine that holds my feet in place while I lunge over upside down and then bring myself all the way back up again, I laughed and asked him if he was joking...but I can do it. In fact, I do three sets of ten. I love it. I am looking a little better, by the way, even though there hasn't really been a change in poundage. I am slimming up some, I guess, but gaining muscle mass. Rock on.
My time with my trainer is done. I met with him for about 6 weeks but I am not going to continue. It is just not realistic for someone on a single-income budget to pay the hourly fees they charge. Phillip and I each did 5 or 6 meetings with him and we can't afford to keep paying $40 a meeting for now. However, we both left with a definate plan and a file at the Y that we can access ourselves every time that we go in. So today I went in and got my little file and worked out. It was awesome to feel like I knew what I was doing. And I actually do things that I NEVER thought I could do. I mean, the first time he had me on a machine that holds my feet in place while I lunge over upside down and then bring myself all the way back up again, I laughed and asked him if he was joking...but I can do it. In fact, I do three sets of ten. I love it. I am looking a little better, by the way, even though there hasn't really been a change in poundage. I am slimming up some, I guess, but gaining muscle mass. Rock on.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Here's what I have on the calendar right now
Confirmed:
- Junior League Duck Race, 8/25, 10 AM to noon
- Sponsor: MTSU Pigskin Preview, 8/25
- Friends of Greenway show, September 15th
- Junior League Holly Days show, November 18th
Applications are out for:
- Dickens of a Christmas show, December 8th and 9th
- Smithville Fiddler's Jamboree, July 4th and 5th, 2008
- Uncle Dave Macon Days, July 11th thru 13th, 2008
PS This is funny
Lola is anxiously waiting by the window for her Daddy to come home. She chants his name like he's a rock star and stares out the window, looks at the clouds, cranes her neck to get as close as possible to the glass to look in all directions for his car pulling up.
One problem.
Bless her little heart.
She has planted herself at the BACK window, which means unless he accidentally comes crashing through our privacy fence out back, he won't be pulling up in front of her anytime soon.
One problem.
Bless her little heart.
She has planted herself at the BACK window, which means unless he accidentally comes crashing through our privacy fence out back, he won't be pulling up in front of her anytime soon.
no sense crying over spilled Coke, yeah try telling that to a one year old cokehead
So I am sitting here on the couch, next to my hazel-eyed beauty, as oppossed to my blue-eyed cutey, and I am getting my upper left arm sprayed with Coca Cola. WAIT. Hold on. Change that to my whole left thigh is soaking as we speak. Another day, another spill.
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