to the water!

It’s only Wednesday and all I can think about is Friday, noonish…because I’ll be lake bound with Jefe, the boys, and Robyn and her kids! And we’ve got a couple of other friends joining us Saturday for fun in the sun on a party barge.

I’ve missed going to our lakehouse this year. Our party barge is out of commission, so we haven’t had as much time up there as we’d like. However, this weekend will change all of that.

I predict some or all of these things will occur:

I absolutely can.not.wait.

The below message is intended for one person and one person only. If your name isn’t “Anonymous” you can just skip this…

Dear Anonymous Troll,

I’m sorry you’re so sad and pathetic that you have to keep popping up with little notes to me every few months. I know I’m awesome. I know you aren’t.  I don’t fucking care anymore. Get yourself medicated or go to hell. Or both. And please, if you’re gonna email me or troll my blog…PLEASE learn to spell. You just look like a fucking moron otherwise. Also, it’s been damn near two years…find yourself a life.


ps: No. I’m not going to ask about anything you tell me to ask about. This is just a desperate ploy for attention and an attempt to play at insecurities that just aren’t there. YOU are not relevant and you need to understand that. I don’t care about the past. I care about the present.. I hope you do find peace someday. Truly. Good luck.

then and now

Okay, so lately someone has been digging around in my archives reading tons of my past posts. I’m always curious when I see that something I’ve posted is interesting enough to cause curiosity to dig into my past…and so I always follow the links they click to see what they’re reading. And then I usually smile because there are some good (and some not so good) memories stored in my archives. Also, sometimes I’m funny. (I know, this is very surprising…)

Anyway, yesterday I read an post from 2009 where I posted a meme that was going around Facebook. You pick one artist and answer the questions with song titles from that artist…and try not to repeat the song titles….

I thought it would be fun to compare my answers from 2009 to 2012…Let’s see how much things have changed….

Pick your Artist:


Are you a male or female:

2009: Me   
2012: Open Your Eyes

Describe yourself:

2009: Devil   
2012: The Way I Am

How do you feel:
2009:  Lost Along the Way     
2012:  Eyes Wide Open

Describe where you currently live:
2009: Home   
2012: Warm Safe Place

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
2009: Outside   
2012: So Far Away

Your favorite form of transportation:

2009:  Falling
2012:  Just Go

Your best friend is:
2009:  Right Here
2012:  Right Here

You and your best friends are:
2009:  Schizophrenic Conversations
2012:  Schizophrenic Conversations

What’s the weather like:

2009:  Raining Again
2012:  Outside

Favorite time of day:
2009:  Tonight
2012:  Tangled Up In You

If your life were a TV show, what would it be called:

2009:  All I Want
2012:  Homegrown

What is life to you:

2009:  Everything Changes
2012:  Everything Changes

Your fear:

2009:  Suffocate
2012:  Lost Along the Way

What is the best advice you have to give:

2009:  Believe
2012:  Take a Breath

Thought for the Day:
2009:  Nothing Left to Say
2012:  This Is It

How you would like to die:

2009:  The Way I Am
2012:  Comfortably Numb

Your soul’s present condition:
2009:  Raw
2012:  For You

Your motto:

2009:  Fill Me Up
2012: Take It

Hmmmm. Kinda fun. Not much has changed in the friendship realm. I still have the bestest friends on earth. But it seems I’m a much happier and fulfilled than I was in 2009–which, lemme just say: Duh. Also, Staind needs to lighten up a little bit. Damn.

So enjoy digging around in my archives. I love knowing that you find my life so interesting. Sorry you’re having to relive it vicariously through my words. You should have been there when it was happening in real time!

silence is golden

For the first time in a few weeks, I didn’t hear one anonymous word yesterday. Hmmmm. Ironic, no? Eh, I’m not kidding myself that it’s over, but damn, yesterday sure was nice. And today is awesome. (If you missed my little note to a certain “Anonymous” please feel free to click here and read.) 
ETA: I’ve removed that blog because I’m removing any negativity from my life…It’s amazing how quickly the ugly can overpower the beautiful.

Sorry. Couldn’t resist one last poke. There you go Anonymous. Two free days of attention. You’re welcome.

Now moving on to awesome stuff…I worked out with a trainer last night. He wasn’t necessarily my kinda guy…he was too full of hot air and motivational poster moments, but he definitely knew how pump up the volume on my workout. My legs were jelly when we finished and climbing the stairs have been slightly challenging today.

In other awesome stuff, I think we’re gonna pack up and take the boys to Oxford tomorrow for the Double Decker festival. We’ve missed our peeps and we really wanna go play. ETA: no Oxford tomorrow now. Plans have changed. Tis okay, will be heading that way soon…

In news of the weird, look what we woke up to find this morning:

Black Rot and Pecan Trees don’t mix very well…
And with that, my Friday blog is over. Happy Weekend y’all! It feels good to feel good again…

I couldn’t stay away…also HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICK?

It’s weird, not blogging.

You know that saying when it rains, it pours? I swear it’s like someone opened Pandora’s box of ugliness over the past week or so and all I have to protect me from the rain is a shredded umbrella.

Anyway, I was deleting some anonymous mean-girl type comments on my blog this morning (this is becoming a very frustrating habit. I love how being “anonymous” gives people balls on the internet) when I ran across an entry from 2006 that made me smile…

So I share that smile with you:

8 year old logic

So, I was “coaching” my youngest son’s soccer team last night. And by “coaching” I mean I was standing in front of the bench yelling “Follow your kicks! Attack the ball! What are you waiting on, an invitation?” Yes, I’m a helluva coach.

In my defense, I did refuse to coach anymore because it’s getting to the point where you have know the rules. And I don’t know diddly about soccer. I should. I’ve given birth to 2 soccer players who have both been playing since they were 3 years old. But no. The soccer rules and I have not become one in the universe. But, I’m coaching because fishdog signed up to coach both boys. Which would be fantastic if the boys didn’t play at the same time. And since they have been playing at the same time, I’ve been “choosing” the lesser of two evils by coaching the 8 year olds. And by “choosing” I mean, not having a choice at all.

Where was I? Oh yes. “Coaching” soccer.

My son, Rader, is very determined and competitive. Soccer is a team sport and we (I say we because if I HAVE to coach the games, I should get some credit) try very hard to make the kids understand that. But last night, the kids didn’t understand anything. It was more like kickball than soccer. Herding snails would’ve been easier.

Rader decided he was Superman Soccer last night and took it upon himself to win the game. Forget the team. He didn’t need no stinkin’ team. He was Rader the Fearless. He could do it. And he did score our only two goals. (we’re not going to mention how many goals the other guys scored) But he also managed to wind up bashed around quite a bit. He took one hit to the nards that had him sitting for a while. I thought for sure he’d be talking in a higher octave for a day or two.

“Rader, what’s the deal? Have you forgotten you have 3 other teammates out there? They can help you if you let them.”

He sighed and did a semi-roll of the eyes. “Mom. It’s obvious they don’t want it bad enough. Besides, you can only help those who help themselves.”

Can’t argue with that logic, I guess.

In other smiley news, Happy Birthday to my best male friend, a man I consider a brother, and Ian’s godfather…Nick-O-Lust. I love you man…I miss your vodka inspired 20 minute messages and I can’t wait to hug you again when you visit in May. xoxo

Say What?

My signing and talk went well last night. It was a small crowd but they were very attentive. Especially my new biggest fan…a 13 year old boy who decided I should be a comedian. Yeah, maybe. Except for the whole being-funny-all-the-time-in-front-of-lots-of-people-who might-not-find-me-funny-at-all thing. And I got to see two old pals from a long time ago…My high school prom date’s Dad stopped by. And good ol’ TTB brought her 9 year old son by…Parker, my youngest and most awesome fan.

Tonight’s signing at the Bryant Library should be a bit larger. I’m excited about it. I’ll get to make a fool of myself in front of old friends, and really, nothing is better than that! Hopefully I’ll find my camera today so I’ll be able to post pics tomorrow!

Now on a more frustrating note: if you post negative anonymous comments on my blog, you will be deleted. If you continue to post them multiple times, your IP address will be blocked. It’s okay if you don’t like me or what I write (hopefully you’ve actually READ the book if you’re going to hate on it…) and it’s okay for you to tell me that. It’s not okay for you to be hateful about it. You may not think I’m the most positive of influences on impressionable young minds…but IMO, anonymously posting hateful messages is pretty negative behavior as well. DOes that make us even?

Whew. I feel better now.
funny pictures of cats with captions