I know I'll probably have to see them in Heaven... deeeerrrrrnniiittt

     Okay, so I'm irritated. It's SO unfortunate but it happens from time to time.I have some people that irritate the ever loving STUFFING out of me. I have no words. Enough objects can not be thrown at their heads. They can not stub their baby toes enough. I'm talking deep down "I wanna elephant to caress you with his toes" irritation. And... I know I'm prolly going to have to see these people in heaven.. (hopefully) so here is my prayer..
     Dear Lawd, you know "so and so" and I'm real glad you love them because I must say I am NOT feeling it. To be clear, I don't hate them.. I just prefer that they breathe in a different zip code. Sooo I'm jus wondering, when you are making the housing arrangements up there, could you please make sure we live in different subdivisions and/or levels ? Because there is supposed to be no strife up there and if I have to see this PARTICULAR person every day.. for eternity.. It's BOUND to wear me DOWN, and then I'm going to plant muh foot right up their angel beeeeehind.. KThanks, Amen.. I'm Jus Sayin.

An RC cola and a Moon Pie..

     It's beautiful tonight in Georgia. Ray Charles would have been suitable impressed. The moon is out and the temperature is NOT horrifying. I have this back porch. It has comfortable furniture and a beautiful view of the moon. Seriously, John Glenn could wink at me from there and I would be able to see it. It is silent in the Sharpstown tonight. Not a lot of noise, so maybe to make up for it.. my head is busy, busy, busy... I think perhaps sometimes it's nice to take a quiet moment ( there aren't many in our house) and think...about stuff.

     I have found myself missing my aunt Kathryn lately. She wasn't my blood aunt of course, she was just someone that loved me and watched over me. She was this hilarious, funny, spunky woman, and she died when I was around ten,  I think. I wonder if she would approve of me. I think she would be mildly horrified in my taste in music. Eminem and Maroon 5 would not have been her taste.  She definitely wouldn't like my style of furniture. I remember her house and it was ALL antiques and porcelain. I hope she would find me funny. I think she would adore my boys. It's odd, but on nights like this.. Georgia nights.. when I smell the just the right smells and I hear just the right sounds, I miss her just a little bit more. She was the SOUTH to me. When I see an RC cola and a Moon Pie..I think of her. As I ponder I have concluded that this state has some magic hidden in her.. when it starts to warm, and the night falls slower. It is a beautiful thing. I am Texas born but I am Southern bred. So, I lift my glass to you Dearest Georgia.. and say...hurry Spring..please hurry...and as I do, I remember my Aunt Kathryn and I smile. RC cola and a Moon Pie indeed.  I'm  Jus Sayin.

Valentines Shmalentines...

     Okay, so I'm the odd girl when it comes to Valentines Day pomp and circumstance. I think it's a waste of my time.. I know I'm probably in the minority here.. but bottomline it's something else I have to remember to get from a store. A card. A present... sheesh.. I JUST did that in December. Now, don't get me wrong. I love to get my kiddos little fun candies and silly toys, because, frankly I like any excuse to do that. However, If my husband temporarily loses his mind and buys flowers, my default setting is irritation. They are so MUCH more expensive on the 14th than they are on the 15th.. and frankly.. if they aren't in a vase, in means I have to arrange them,.,. and I got NO flower arranging SKILLZ at all. None. It always looks like something a five year old did,.BESIDES.. I don't just want something because the calender TELLS you to get it.. I want it because you thought of it on your own. Complicated? Absolutely.. but in all fairness, I've never pretended to be anything but. Jus Sayin,

     I don't know when I realized that in a lot of ways.. I'm a guy when it comes to sentimentality and gooey acts of affection. I'm a realist. If you want to get on my good side... no flowers... rather..  how bout cleaning out the car? Or... I dunno.. call me romantic.. but fixing the printer so that when I press "print" something that I need comes out of what near as I can tell is a gigantic paper weight. Or, how bout helping me build some sort of closet organizing thingy.. my heart flutters just thinking about it... Oh. and. Shoes.. definitely shoes would be good..So, anyways.. I'm boycotting the 14th.. To me, tomorrow shall be ... MONDAY..I'm original like that.,  Valentines Shmalentines.. I'm Jus Sayin..

As Ali MacGraw says...

There is that saying from that really sad movie,.. Love means never having to say you are sorry.. I think this is a crock of crap. I have to say sorry to the people that I love all the time.. in exhausting sucession.. I have a temper. It's true.. and I try and keep it locked away in a nice little closet but I sometimes it escapes in all it's ridiculous Irish glory.. and then.. darn if it's not a mess.  I have to say sorry for other things too sometimes.. and there comes a point where you have to say it, mean it, and let it go. I wish there was an "easy" button for that somewheres.. but if there is, I have not found it. Life isn't like the movies.. (Shocking, I know) No cue the sappy music and perfectly worded and profoundly stated apologies... more is the pity. Just realism everywhere I look these days.. and that is that. Sometimes I don't just insert my foot, I add my ankle,my calf, my kneecaps.... It gets dicey ya'll. In a glass half full situation, I have never set fire to anything, or shot at anyone...Sooo...No Jail time..BONUS. But.. my point being. I hate apologies.. hate them. Which is why I never issue one unless I mean it. I did NOT apologize to the rude manager at Wal- Mart, I did not issue one to the dork who almost hit me with his vehicle the other day after I sent him the appropriate and much needed gesture. As for the woman who took the last package of Gobstopper Valentines heart candy.. I did NOT say sorry for the nasty look I acquired upon my visage. So, my point being.. having to say "sorry" sucks.. but if I say it, I mean it..  k thanks and I'm jus sayin.

Come on get Higher...

I've been thinking lately.. it may be time to admit that I'm a little teensy weensy.. High Maintenance. * Gasp* I didn't used to be. I grew up with lots of boys and games of "kick the can" and "jump off the cliff and try not to break something". I owned camo's and BB guns and dirt bikes... However, I remember a day when we were driving to church and Joel (my brothah from another mothah) rolled down the window. We live in Georgia, it was summer, it was hot, no air conditioning... and I remember thinking "OMG, my hair"..  Now, if you knew me then, It will not be entirely clear what I was worried about.. as it was, "Special" looking, but still, in that moment I knew.. I would rather suffer for the love of fashion and die of heat stroke... it was pivotal.

I noticed that I've been  slowly adding of things over the years. I admitted to myself that I was never going to grow my nails out, so I pay someone to glue fake ones on. I went to three stores last week looking for THE BRAND of hairspray that I can't live without. Obnoxious? Yes, but necessary...  ( frizzy hair is the WORST) I have special facial creams that are supposed to keep you young and radiant etc... Do they work? I have no clue but I am certainly not going to STOP using them and see what happens.. oh the HORROR.  When I went to get my hair blown out the other day, the lady asked me where I was going.. "Um, nowhere, but it was TOTALLY worth ten bucks to not have to do it myself.." Did you know that you can hire someone to GLUE eyelashes on, one by one? It's true, it's a whole complicated "tape your eyeball down, Hilteresque kind of thing".. and something new I probably can't live without.  So, after careful consideration of the facts at hand, I've decided, I'm High Maintenance.. Ladies, Come and get Higher.. it's fun and there are really cool hair products. Oh,  and I have no guilt. Guilt was for my twenties, in my thirties, this stuff is COMPLETELY necessary. I'm jus SAYIN.

An open letter...

An open letter to Winter..

Dear Winter,

    I think you should know that I am entirely over you. I find the charm of a fire and a chilly night has worn off, and I long for the days when I can go outside at night and not be in danger of losing a digit. Your required footwear is on my nerves.. I get pedicures... for WHAT?.. my toes are ensconced in socks.. and boots.. and lots of Black. I seem to bruise for NO REASON during your awful reign and my skin... my gosh.. it's so darn dry.. There isn't enough Jergens in this WORLD to make this okay...  So, I am respectfully asking you to GO AWAY.. We need to break up. I don't like you and your butt face. I don't like it when you drizzle on me. I don't like it when I have to wear jeans ALL the time. Jeans are BORING Winter.. BORING.. I tell you. I don't like it when you start blowing your freaking wind, I don't like it when you ice me in my house.I don't like the PALENESS.  I HATE needing four layers of clothing before leaving the house.. And snowing twice... REALLY? Is that ENTIRELY necessary? I live in the SOUTH Winter, you are supposed to be a mere shadow here.. a softer gentle side of what you show them northern folks. I'm a Texas girl living in Georgia.. I need warmth.. Get yourself together, have some self respect.. and know when you are wanted. You are NOT. Go 'way.. K thanks...

Sincerely,
A Southern girl who is longing for a white dress and a lounge chair.... Amen.

Randomness....and Happiness...My Thoughts..

My Kiddo

Silliness

Shoes..the higher the better

Silly pictures..

Sunglasses

Spinny things...

Sand.. at the Beach only. Moon sand is the devil.

Mornings... Sometimes :)

A good underused word thrown into a great conversation

A great conversation...

Bar B Q - The real kind.

People acting like grown ups

People knowing when to stop being so darn grown up

Music.. the good kind

Dancing..randomly.. in the car, in the kitchen, in the hallway

A good deal... on something girlie

A credit card, for when it's NOT a good deal, but it's necessary to own anyways

Meeting someone new, that I will not be able to live without. Ever.

The times I humiliate myself so completely, that it's a goofy story.. Pride is always overrated and ALWAYS boring.

A truly funny, excellent story

Bubbling fountains of laughter.. the kind that can't be contained..

Carefree moments...

Convertibles.. I used to have a red one.. I want it back.

Bubbles

Alcohol

Chocolate

Chocolate Alcohol

Chocolate Bubbling Alcohol

Make-up

Being absolutely certain that blue eyeshadow is, on ME, a tragedy

Modern eye care, for without it, I was certain to be a spinster with a hundred cats..

A well written book

A horribly written book with lots of doofy romance..

Not caring what other people think can be/is hard.. but worth it.

Love. The kind that makes no sense and makes you smile for no reason. That is all.. The end..