Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Did You Find Me Through Google?

If so this post is for you! Tova Darling decided to reveal some of her google analytics stats and I decided I would follow suit. Click here to read Tova's. I actually just turned off my keywords search earlier this week. All of my not so nice anonymous comments had resulted from google searches and I really don't think I have any followers from keyword searches. If you found me through a google search and read me - please let me know! I'll turn it back on!

On to the fun stuff....

"Sarcastic Thoughts" - That pretty much covers my whole blog. They were probably in sarcastic thought heaven!

"Pet-a-roo" - They definitely landed on this post...hope they weren't seriously thinking about purchasing one.

"Stories on humans blaming others for their mistakes" - That would be this lovely little rant.

"How to be nice to ignorant people" - uhhh I don't think you found your answer here. Good Luck.

"Showerlotion recipes" - What? Just buy landed on my favorite things post.

The post that is most found according to my stats is my silly poem about pantyhose. Here are some of the searches people used....

"My boyfriend wants me to wear pantyhose what do I do?" - I don't know...wear them? Although I do truly understand your pain and why you would not want to.

"Donna from Philly" - This was actually my "anonymous" commenter who completely disagreed with my poem....did she search herself?

"My husband wears my pantyhose" - Hmm...I don't really know what to say here. Sounds like an issue that needs to be dealt with immediately. Good luck.

"Does Miley Cyrus ever wear pantyhose?" - Who cares and why do you need to know? If you want to wear pantyhose then go for it...I don't think Miley would mind.

"Putting pantyhose on in the morning sucks" - AGREED!

What's your most interesting keyword search?

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Options Tried. Options Failed.

You guys are all correct. I am in a definite "funk". That's okay though, we all go through them. I just need to figure out how to get myself out. I've tried the easy solutions...

Overindulging Myself with Food

When I refer to overindulging myself, I mostly mean eating sweets. It's my vice. My husband was kind enough to bring my a bag of Sour Patch Kids after a not so wonderful Sunday. It gave me momentary happiness until I started to think about the possible weight I could gain. Then I thought...Hey! I could use that gym membership I pay every month, but I quickly realized I had no time and even if I did, I'd be too lazy to go. Also I began to think about the amount of cavities my little vice causes me.

Buying Items I Do Not Really Need

Michael works on Saturday, which is unfortunately a day I always feel then need to do something and get out of the house. There aren't too many things that I feel comfortable doing by my lonesome except...SHOPPING! I love it. It is a wonderful time killer, but also a bank account dwindler. In fact, my little pick me up shopping trip led me to proposing a plan to my lovely husband for a raise. We both have a set amount that we have determined as our own personal funds to spend as we please. Which works great until I see the extreme amount of savings he has and the piddly amount that I have. My plan went something like this...

My hair cut unfortunately does not cost me $15. I am stuck inside an office all day while you get to travel from store to store. I have to eat lunch out sometimes to preserve what's left of my sanity. I require more than 4 pairs of shoes. My work attire is not supplied and I cannot get away with wearing the same pair of pants a couple of times a week. I am a woman. I require more upkeep. End of story. Raise granted.

Unfortunately still I feel broke and will be returning a few of the items I purchased on my little pick me up trip.


This one usually works for me as well. I put all of my frustrations into getting the house in tip top shape. Picking things up and making things smell lemony fresh usually gives me a feel of satisfaction. However, on this particular occasion I felt extremely discouraged by the amount of cleaning I would need to do in the kitchen. Which sent me into a depression of how I feel I clean CONSTANTLY and that this routine will never end. I then walked out of the kitchen to start on the living room to kind of gradually get myself into the cleaning mood. That's when Lola peed and I tried cleaning it up with the stupid Resolve spray bottle that NEVER works. Seriously I've bought 3 bottles that refuse to actually spray. You have to try to spray it for like 5 minutes before it stops foaming and actually SPRAYS out. Resolve - I HATE YOU!This led to a temper tantrum which brought me to me last and final option....

Pretending the World Does Not Exist

This one is a tricky one. If I get too worked up, too frustrated, I find it's best to take a nap and let it all melt away. Unfortunately, sometimes this leads to increased frustrations if it's too hot, I can't sleep, or I can't stop thinking about problems. Pretending the world doesn't exist doesn't really make things go away. It's still there. People still want answers, things still have to be dealt with and the funk doesn't magically disappear. I still have to do something about it.

In fact, I still have to explain why there is a broken Resolve spray bottle laying in the middle of the living room floor next to a puddle of pee.

Monday, April 20, 2009

I'm on pause...

I've been feeling.....out of sorts? lost? I don't really know honestly. Maybe life has gotten a little too routine? Wait...I'm the one who hates change right? So that can't be right. Ugh.

I'm one of those who can't figure her own self out. I'm in a mood and I can't explain it until a few days...weeks later. Maybe I'm too emotional or maybe I'm just not in tune with my emotions at all. Whatever it is, it's frustrating.

I feel like I am just floating along, waiting for something to happen. But what? I'm not in drive, I'm not in reverse...I'm just in neutral. Well, hello, I'm here! Just waiting for the next little piece of craziness to happen to me.

Even that is odd to say...I've had several things happen to me in my life lately that should be keeping me preoccupied. Maybe I've just lost my ability to actually live in the moment...I just kind of shrug my shoulders and go along. Eick, that sound awful.

Maybe I just don't want to deal with things. Period. I feel like a lot of things that are occurring in my life are beyond my control. And I like control. I need it. I can't live without it. So lately, I've been just getting in bed, pulling the covers over my head, and letting things go.

It's getting to me. Something needs to be done...but what? That's what I need to figure out. Immediately.

I'll get back to you when I do....

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

My Grandmother...

My grandmother turned 95 on March 20th and sadly passed away Easter Sunday. Apparently, according to my cousin she was just 5 1/2 days shy of living 3 billion seconds. It is amazing to me to think about everything she has seen happen and lived through since her birth in 1914. She lived a long, full life and was very much ready to go meet her maker. She gave birth to 6 children who gave her 15 grandchildren, 12 great grand children, and one great great grand child. In all she is responsible for 34 lives to date.

One of most important things she accomplished in my opinion was a tight nit family. I know that I am extremely lucky to have such a close family and hope things do not change now that she is gone. Every Sunday, we would all gather at her home for a family meal. My cousin Erin actually described this best. This is the essay she submitted for her college application 7 years ago.

As soon as I walk through the front door, my hectic, everyday life melts away. As soon as I step inside, the weekly ritual begins. Sunday dinner at my grandmother's house. Some of my uncles will already be there by noon, and more relatives arrive as churches empty. Here, tradition reigns. The cornbread is hot out of the oven, and my grandmother starts the mashed potatoes. Other side dishes bubble on the stove, pies and cobblers keep warm in the oven; the roast is already sliced. My grandmother, 88 years old, could feed an army.

Her brood of six children has blossomed, and now as many as thirty people crowd her house each week. We serve ourselves buffet-style, with plenty of sweet tea to wash everything down. Smooth Southern speech rolls off my tongue as I find my accent that seems to surface only on Sundays. Table talk is not genteel around here - jokes, banter, juicy gossip, two or three different conversations all at once. The tinkle of ice in the glasses matches the boisterous laughter; sticky molasses for the hot biscuits matches the slow pace. The outside world seems distant in this place of family jokes and "Happy Birthday" sung in five-part harmony almost weekly.

The ritual never seems to change, yet I can measure my own progress by it. I knew I had really grown up the first time I wasn't relegated to the kids' table in the kitchen. After my parents separated a few years ago, my mother stopped coming. I took her old place at the big dining room table, a move that now seems strangely symbolic, since they often comment on how like my mother I am. A shy, sensitive child, the oftentimes harsh jokes used to smart when directed at me. Now I can take it all in stride and even return a saucy remark or two; quick wit is a prerequisite for sitting with the adults. Where once I was treated as a child, now I am treated as an equal.

Sunday dinners have been a part of my life since I was a week old. As a result, my family has become a part of me. I notice how little bits of them slip into my daily life. I might use one of my aunt's favorite expressions, or retell my uncle's latest University of Alabama joke. Sometimes I try to explain one of my cousin's latest antics to my friends, but nothing is ever as funny the next Monday. My family provides me with a sense of belonging that runs deeper than my routine of school and friends. That deep sense of belonging will keep me grounded, long after the people I've known my entire life cease to gather around the table for simple food and conversation.

She left behind a wonderful legacy. People stood in lines stretching all the way to the church parking lot to come pay there respects as all now close to 40 of us lined the room. I met several distant relatives that I had only heard about in stories. My grandmother's sister's children, her 101 year old cousin who surprisingly got around with no problem, and some of granddaddy's side of the family as well that are still living. Apparently our family has no problem with longevity. I joke with Michael that he is my first husband, because it looks as if he will never have a chance of out living me.

I have a feeling I will be posting more about my family later, but it is so hard to describe how special they really are. I don't think I could put into words how much their involvement in my life means to me. Sometimes it's impossible to understand without just really being there. I can only hope that I can leave as much of an impact on this Earth as my grandmother has left. She will be truly missed and always lovingly remembered.

My grandmother and her six children taken 2 Christmases ago

Monday, April 13, 2009

Happy 25th to Me!

Friday was actually my 25th birthday. I didn't post anything about it until now because I hate birthdays. Not other peoples, just my own. I feel like it is just a very awkward day because to you it is a sort of holiday, but to others it is just another day. I think we grow up as children getting spoiled with all kinds of attention, presents, and parties and slowly the magic just wears off and for whatever reason they always end up a little disappointing because no matter what it is never going to be as good as that 6th birthday party.

Although surprisingly this birthday did include balloon animals. I know crazy...but you know all those random toys in the grocery aisles you see? I have always wondered who the crap buys them. Well now I know. My sister does. She bought a balloon twisting set while she was here and after some very unsuccessful attempts, I did make a great new puppy dog for myself. The best part? No peeing and pooing!!!

Anyways, I do have to say that this birthday was actually pretty good. I took the day off on Friday and I'm actually off today as well. Michael woke me up at 4AM when he was leaving for work and I deliriously opened my gift from him. He actually picked out a dress for me! Surprisingly, it was the right size, color, and style. Good job Michael!

I promptly went back to sleep until a decent hour and then spent the day making a cake and other Easter goodies. Every year my mom makes me a strawberry cake and since shes not here this year to do it, I decided I would make my own. I do have to say it was pretty darn good.

My dad and sister came up for the weekend. Unfortunately they got here later than expected due to some pretty bad tornadoes in their area. After they made it here safe and sound we went to a hibachi place and had dinner. The next night my dad cooked out for me per my request and we had yet another fabulous grilled creation. I had a wonderful weekend with my family and I really appreciate them coming up to spend my special day with me!

Today Michael and I are supposed to be heading to the outlet malls to do some birthday shopping for me. However, sadly last night my Grandmother passed away and I believe we will be heading to my hometown either today or tomorrow. My Grandmother was 95 and I do believe her passing away was for the best. I will post more about her later though.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

A Note About My Husband...

I am notorious for giving my husband a hard time, almost as much as I give myself. I pick on him a lot and it’s not that I don’t love him, it’s actually for the exact opposite reason. I think it’s just that I know him almost like I know myself. I’m a perfectionist and feel like I need to nit pick everything until it’s perfect including myself and my husband. It’s a very annoying quality of mine. My husband is a truly wonderful person and I don’t think I express that enough on this blog. I guess I use my blog as a place to mostly vent and I think it’s about time I bring some happiness to this little corner of my life.

One of my favorite things he does is leave me little notes around the house. With his crazy schedule, we don’t really get a chance to see each other in the morning. He will often times leave me notes beside my purse just to let me know he loves me or to tell me everything will be okay. It brings a smile to my face every time. Normally it just happens to be on one of those days that I’m running incredibly late or have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. It’s amazing to me how he just knows the perfect time to leave them.

I save them all in my planner so I can look back at them one day. What does your other half do that makes you smile?

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Goodbye Anonymity!

Dear Anonymous Commenter,

First of all I must say that I originally had mixed feelings about letting people comment anonymously on my blog, but I decided to let it go just in case someone didn’t have a Gmail account or if they didn’t want to go through the hassle of signing in. However, after receiving several not so nice anonymous comments I have decided to disengage this feature.

I do not mind people disagreeing with me. In fact, I appreciate the opportunity to view things from a different angle. I do mind however when people choose to abuse anonymity by using it as an opportunity to insult my intelligence or say things they would normally not say if their name was actually linked to it. If these are your true beliefs then by all means leave the comment, but please have the guts to stand behind it and show your identity. If you are that embarrassed to leave your "beliefs" on my blog without a name or face, then maybe you aren’t that sure of yourself in the first place.


Thursday, April 2, 2009

My Life in Pictures - Something I Do Every Day

"The purpose of this photo challenge project is to encourage you to pick up your camera and start capturing details of your life. This project should also serve as a way to look at what others are finding to shoot and will hopefully keep you inspired to look for more moments in your life you wouldn't always think to capture with your camera."

"Something I Do Everyday"

I had a difficult time thinking of what to do for this one....everything seems so, well, everyday. I tried to think of something that maybe I did differently from others and I couldn't really come up with anything. My favorite things that I do everyday are really just the simple things. Isn't that what life is really about anyways though?

The first thing I do when I pull into our parking lot is immediately check the mail. I get so excited in hope that there will be something special waiting in there for me...a card, an invitation, or maybe just a good magazine. Most days though it's disappointing...

The next thing I do is rush inside to greet Lola! She makes my day when she runs out of the bathroom to give me hugs and kisses.

Finally I look forward to eating dinner with my husband. I'd like to say that we sit down to a nice home cooked meal every night, but we don't. One thing that is consistent is praying before we eat. I actually have to say that it isn't something I do on my own (and I should) but it's something that Michael holds us accountable to when we are together.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

My Life in Pictures - The View from My Front Door

"The purpose of this photo challenge project is to encourage you to pick up your camera and start capturing details of your life. This project should also serve as a way to look at what others are finding to shoot and will hopefully keep you inspired to look for more moments in your life you wouldn't always think to capture with your camera."

"The View From My Front Door"

I don't really have much of a is mostly just the front of my car, a parking lot, and a very small grassy area. It is really pretty much as uninteresting of a view as you can get.

However, this picture is something more of what I like....

It is the picture of my keys in the front door. It means I'm home. Sometimes I get so excited that I'm home that I leave them in the front door all night. I'll even lock my door from the inside with the keys hanging out in front for someone to either break into my home or just simply take off with my car parked right out front. I don't care though. I'm home with my husband and Lola...ahhh what a great picture!
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