No really she thinks she looks good....

The apple does not fall far from the tree...

OMG what I have to look forward too:

My Ma has had the same hair style for like 20 yrs the 80's are OVER with. Please someone tell my Ma that perms are, I repeat perms are not in style. I tell her that you shouldn't color and perm your hair at the same time, but she doesn't listen to me. She tells me that she needs the perm for body and color cause she has premature grays. Ummm, sckewz me but ummm arn't you in your 50's premature Ha! Put down the aqua net, bangs are defininately not in Ma. She says she need the big bangs to take away from her wrinkled forhead. Okay I say, but ummmm do they have to be like 5 inches High.

Please say that you can change your destiny or I am going to end up with a perm, high bangs, jellies, boobs out (oh wait a minute I already do that) and short short skirts that I have no business wearing. Please when the apple falls let there be wind....

Hey Ma You Never Fooled Us...

My exercise for the day consisted of driving to the grocery store and caring bags up the flight of stairs to get to my very roomy 500 sq feet apartment. While in the grocery story, I was reminded that while growing up my Mother was the king of queens when trying to convince my sister and me that indeed what she cooked was really chicken in disguise.
Here is how it would play out. My Ma decided for what ever reason that she would feed her blessed 2 young daughter a organ other wise known as the cleaner...I mean really what was she thinking really what was she thinking. Now we all know that this particular organ has an aroma that can never, I repeat can never be mistaken for chicken. My Ma would bread and fry it up, she would chop it up, she would even try cooking it in the crock pot as if to fool my sister and I...trying to make us think it was pot-roast. But I, I never was fooled by the concoctions that she would come up with. I always knew Mother...always that indeed the supposedly “meat” she was cooking was Liver...Nop never fooled no matter how much she tried to convince us... She would try and sell us the dinner by insisting that the liver was infact chicken... I had no choice but to feed the liver to the dog...and even then sometimes the dog wouldn't eat it...

I would like to say...

I would like to say that I have a problem...I know I know your shocked,,
When I am work I can't control it...I some how takes over me and I feel the need to reach for it..
Oh I am sorry...your having chest pain..I reach for it
Oh your numb on the right side of your body...you have had a stroke before..I reach for it
Oh you can't breath..hold on a minute..I need it
I am a Bath and body mentha lip tint -a -holic
I know I know it is a serious problem...I have called a therapits
You see I am always so worried that people will say you know that nurse...she has shitty breath..
The lip balm is just so minty and fresh...

Good times in Florida

Notice who has the biggest beer...ahhh here I am with all my peeps that the release party of Shanemeade.com...soooo much fun. I would share the other pics but ummmmm they are of me dancing all you can see is my butt...

Sucess

"Life is a sucession of moments. To live each one is to succeed." -Corita Kent



Can I just be cheesy here for one moment. Good I thought so. This past year has been a year of complete growth and change. I left someone who I loved so deeply and I never thought I would find someone as wonderful as him. "Fire guy" Thank you for sharing just a glimps of time with me it was life changing. My current boyfriend is soooo sweet, kind, loving and just soooo great. Success does it really have to do with how much stuff we have, what class we see ourselves in, what kind of friends we have?? I just got back from Florida, met some really amazing people, stayed with my boyfriends friends and they were soooo great. I wouldn't change that experience for staying in a five star hotel, because we were living in the moment. Sharing the experience of really enjoying all the wonderful things about each other. Yes, success should be measured by the people that love you in your life, measured by the way that you live your life, and by the gifts that you give back to one another. Yes, in a day in age where it seems that people will judge one by the car that they drive or by the purse they carry. I am standing against the man...my life I hope will be measured on the people I help, the love that I have for my man and I will never judge him no matter what comes our way, the kind of mother I am, ( i live to torchure the kid with my information) and by the people that love me. I hope all of you will do the same, live in the moment...be successful

Country Girl Code

The Code: Code name Maverick (we will get into that later) Just imagine the song "Take my breath away" playing ever so delicately... distant in backround (the fan blowing my hair just so) and me writing this in my cowboy boots and nothing else.

Rules:

Rule #1. Drink Beer

Rule #2. Drink a lot of Beer

Rule #3. Find a country boy from West Virgina and Drink Beer

Rule #4. Fly to Florida to See your Man's home boy play Live, be astonished at talent of the Band and Drink a shit loads of beer.

Golden Rule: Shanemeade.com (you guys really got to check this shit out)

Rule #5. Become a West Virgina fan by default (your man 's from there you have no choice) OMG did he say I didn' t have a choice...I love it when he says that the more beer I drink...

Rule #6. Get pneumonia before flying to Flordia to see your man's home boy play live and still drink a ton of beer and party till like 4:00 am...

Rule # 7: Go through alcohol withdrawl the day you fly back to the desert and decide yep you definately need another beer...

Just a Couple of Tid Bits

I woke up yesterday at 3:30 in the afternoon (hey I worked the night before) I got all glammed up(you know boobs out) and rushed to my boyfriends house to watch the Super bowl with our friends and I awoke this morning not knowing who won.

Apparently, the bottle of wine I drank had something to do with that. I wondered if I had fun? I scratched my head pondering the fact. My boyfriend did not complain about me embarrassing him this morning. Maybe he doesn't remember either.

I then wondered if he poked me with his channel changer, I think he did. I did not ask, I thought that he could keep that one for himself. I have been told that there is a difference between having intimate relations with Drunk darn girl and sober darn girl.

Really? It must like getting 2 girls in one...how lucky is he.