Happy Birthday Blondie!


So I wasn’t going to even blog today, but I thought this was a special occasion. I needed to do something nice for my sister’s big day!

Today my little sister turns 21! We can both drink together! However I was told that she can’t exactly drink with her medication she’s on right now. So that part kind of sucks. ¬†There are other ways to celebrate birthdays without alcohol. I guess, I could get a tub of chocolate ice cream? Or we could watch the High School Musical Reunion together, but I’m kind of running out of things to do with her!

It’s kind of difficult to talk about how much my sister means to me. Mostly because she sort of puts up this emotionless wall like I do. We’d rather not feel any kind of emotions. Anyways, I do remember when I was a freshman (and I hope I haven’t talked about this on here!) I took P.E. and I couldn’t do some of the activities that the other students could do, so I would borrow one of the other girls to do an activity with me instead. Some of these girls hated whenever I picked them because they would show it “silently” on their faces. Anyways one of these girls got on the subject of our siblings, and I started talking about Blondie. At this time, she was still in elementary school and I was basically bragging about her, how awesome she was when we were kids; what she does when somebody stares too much at me and all that. I wish I could remember how we ended our conversation.

I love you so much Blondie and I’m happy to be your big sister!


Sorry I couldn’t hold it much longer. I’m lucky I got through four days with only telling one person! I wasn’t originally going to include it in the same post either, but I didn’t want to wait for two weeks for an open spot!

Yeah, you read that picture right!

I got this random text message from her saying “so Brandon and I are engaged!! Don’t tell dad” Monday night. They were supposed to come down the night before, but dad was mad at her about a gift that she got early, no she’s not pregnant! I’ll explain in a couple of days I promise! Anyways, I kept my end of the deal and kept my mouth shut even though it was all over Facebook and she has quite a few of his friends on it. We’re all surprised nobody told him after seeing that status!

They wanted dad’s blessing! My dad didn’t know that was the reason they were coming down, so dad had him fix a few things on my TV. According to dad, the dude looked like he was going to have a nervous breakdown! He did give his blessing though, because I somewhat heard it and I immediately texted my sister because she and mom went over to drop off food for my nana and papaw or something. I told her “He asked, so far so good!” I don’t know which one I was more proud of, because that’s a big thing for both of them!

I did pretty good as far as handling emotions. That is, until my mom went and babbled that she was going to ask me to be her maid of honor. Now I got told not to tell our dad that he had already purposed and she sent that text out to both mom and I, and mom still babbled to me about this maid of honor stuff because “she couldn’t help herself, it was too exciting!” I’m still a bit weirded out mostly because she could have her close friends have this and she chose me. I know it’s an important role, but still I just don’t think I’m cut out for the job just because I’m the sister. I don’t know, it’s only been four days and I could like it instead of being the bridezella. Like my mom said, I get to plan the bridal shower! ūüėČ

She already has a color theme: gray and pink. Our dad can wear a dorag (bandana) on his head as long as it’s in one of those colors! He’s already allowed to bring his motorcycle too! I’m comfortable with wearing a dress, but we’re going to have some serious chats about how pink these bridesmaid dresses will be, because I hate the color pink! They’ve even decided on a date sometime in October 2017! If you have advice to the happy couple and/or have any comforting words for me and my insecurities, I could use them too! Thanks!


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I’m Feeling Girly After Watching The Red Carpet

What is your favorite awards show? I’m not the type of person that usually watches both the arriving on the red carpet and the awards show. I usually go to the next best thing and borrow my mom’s magazines just to see the gorgeous dresses and I can’t forget about the men that wear very sharp suits. I’m watching E! Live at the Red Carpet right now, both Giuliana Rancic and Kelly Osbourne look beautiful! I am so excited to see Jennifer Lawrence’s dress. So far Zooey Deschanel and Hayden Panettiere has come up to do an interview. I still have a fairly large girl crush on Hayden even though I don’t watch¬†Nashville¬†like everybody else. A few others I’m pumped to see are Zoe Saldana, Jenna Dewan-Tatum, Olivia Wilde, Julia Roberts, and maybe (and yes, I’m crossing my toes) to see Elsa Pataky, who is married to Chris Hemsworth. She is one hot woman and I’m not ashamed to say it out loud either!

Today, has been okay I guess. It’s been perfectly good but then again, it wasn’t too bad either, but it was in between. My stomach has been acting weird again and it sucks. I did get to go out today, but it was kind of short. I did get to talk, not a lot but some. I’ve got to say I totally regret taking a small nap before we went to my nana’s because I was very cranky and tired. It was very opposite because it’s my mom who is more cranky and I’m the one is trying to calm myself down and succeeding at it too. Today was not my day for that. I did dress in different shades of purple though. So there was something good there. Oh, and I got to have some of my ice cream too! I can only eat ice cream at my nana’s in hopes of getting more than one bowl of it than I do when I have some here at the house. If I have cookie dough ice cream than my mom takes some and I’m pretty sure my dad takes some too. If I had mint chocolate, definitely my dad takes some. Blondie likes to take my papaw’s ice cream more than mine. I find that a good thing I’m not even kidding! I’m hoping to feel better tonight or tomorrow. I’m hoping to have a relaxing day tomorrow, but I would love a productive day too, because I have a book that I really need to read before this month ends. I know it’s not even close to ending yet, but now my inside is freaking out! I need to read my book tomorrow.

Old Classics Like Ice Cream

I was a very bad person last night. I made this vow at the beginning of the year that I would blog for everyday even if I didn’t have any energy, I would post a quote or something instead. Well, last night I was extremely tired and I was literally falling asleep while my iPod was playing on my stereo. I had even ignored my sister who I guess was bored and wanted to get on Skype at nine o’clock at night. I even had socks on last night because it was so cold in my room. Thankfully my mom was too awake and took me to the bathroom, put on my sock (twice), and put on my elbow pads for me. It was just one of those nights for me. However, I woke up at almost the same time as I did yesterday, so I wonder if I’ll do the same thing I did last night, tonight? I’m just glad I did it on a night where none of my shows are on.

recordsOriginally, I was going to talk about yesterday in yesterday’s post, but since everything was a little loopy, I think that’s why I kept pushing everything back basically. So yesterday, I went over to my nana’s and helped her clean. I don’t know why but I hardly ever want to clean when I get home after helping her clean and organize. I have been thinking about getting another book shelf but I am literally running out of room. I have my shower chair, my new table, and something else in here that I’m still not yet ready to talk about on here yet. Sorry. Anyways, I’ve got too much shit in one tiny little room. When my mom rearranged my bed a few months ago, I thought I had gained a lot of room that I didn’t have before. Well, in the last few months after that I’ve lost that space. I think there’s an old children’s desk that needs to go because it’s old and almost on its last limb. I have all of my sister’s trophies underneath it. Everything that is on top of that table needs to be in a bookshelf. I have a real bookshelf, but it’s got all of my stuffed animals in it.

Anyways, we were in the mist of cleaning the first row and the top of the actual bookshelf and it’s was very strange to all these different books completely covered in dust. When I was a kid, I can remember scooting from each end of their living room and just looking at these huge books and wondering what they were. Well, I think I figured out what they were yesterday. Most were the books given to the aunts. Which are my Papaw’s aunts. They used to live in that house prior to my grandparents. We found some science books that are my Papaw’s, A few old Bibles. Once we found a back to the first shelf, I thought we needed a box and thankfully Papaw had an unused box by his chair so I grabbed it and we started putting his old Basketball tapes in there. That was another thing from the 90’s that you can still find in that house. I swear I think they have something from every era in that house. The house is probably the oldest of anything (doubt it) in that house. It was built-in the 1800s I think. Nana’s told me the exact date, but I’ve slept since then. We started pulling out these different tapes, some we could read what there were and the rest not so much. One we found I actually liked, it was Apollo 13 on VHS. So old, so nineties, but yet so cool! You miss those days after finding them.

Something like that happened for my nana. This usually doesn’t happen too often, because she’s still on Adam Lambert, but after we got done with our mini break and basically had made an excuse to get the hell out of that living room. After all these years, that living room gives me a weird feeling. It’s like somebody’s watching you, but since that room is so big, you think that person is either directly behind you or looking at you from the stairs. I’ve always hated those damn stairs. Even when we lived there, they just creeped me out. I usually try to stay out of there by myself because it just paranoid’s¬†the crap out of me and everybody likes to tease me for it. So back to the story, while my nana and I decided to switch sides, because I thought it would be better for her to move everything around since she’s used to her surroundings in that little corner. We started working on the top of the book shelf and she started wiping off the dust from the old books. We found books that she got from a yard sale and they were facts about the surrounding states, plus the state we live in and they were just huge books and somebody was just giving them away. So nana just snatched them up. Once she got most of the other books put at the side. We found something really neat, well at least I thought it was neat.

We found this medium stacked row of old records. I’ve been trying to rack my brain if anybody has ever shown me a record before and I’m pretty sure they have, because growing up, you knew Papaw had them because that’s all he talked about was Stan Kenton. I’m pretty sure he’s shown us a record or two, but my brain can’t think that far back. Well yesterday I got to touch one of these things. After seeing them in pictures and watching that part on Ray where they show you how they’re made. It was pretty cool! I had to get a picture of the two skinny ones, which we found out to be albums. My nana explained to me how sometimes, you can have a whole album on one record or two songs front and back. If we ever learned about records in elementary or middle schools, I sure as hell didn’t pay attention enough. After we cleared the top part off we took another break and I decided then that I wanted the rest of my Aunt Laurie’s ice cream that she left behind. Who knew vanilla bean ice cream would taste so good, but later on when you want ice cream again, there’s no taste to remember it by. That part sucked the most, but the next I go over I get to have my Chocolate Mint ice cream. I haven’t had that ice cream in a long time. I just hope the next time my dad goes over there, he doesn’t get any ideas.

Walmart Stories

Today was a fun day for me. I went to Walmart, and didn’t expect to go at all. I had a fun time. Even though I had a somewhat low battery on my wheelchair and couldn’t find the CD I wanted. Going to Walmart¬†is a fun thing to do. For one, it gets me out of the house and depending on who I go with its¬†either hilarious or just plain weird. I’ve got tons of Walmart stories that I could share with you. Two stories out of them all though actually go with today. Somehow my cousin Kristi ends up being in both of these stories. I wonder if she’ll remember these days. Both days were very interesting and crazy.

First story is about when my mom and sister were getting their nails done. They do this as their girl time. I’m not as girly as they are and thank god for that! My cousin Kristi would come with us so I wasn’t alone. We had this thing of going around different aisles¬†and we would go to the aisle with the clocks and mirrors. We were the two crazy girls taking pictures of ourselves in these mirrors while other customers were shopping. Then would go look at all these kid toys. We tried out the “Push Me” stuffed animals and any other toy that could possibly make the loudest noise to freak us out. Sometimes we had toys keep going after we ran off. After that we went to the entertainment section. After we left we decided to look at baby clothes. Now, she’s got a niece and a nephew. So looking at baby clothes was normal for her to do since she’s an aunt. Well, today I was passing through the baby section and saw this shirt that said “stud muffin” on it. It was so cute! It made me remember that day with Kristi.

As¬†we were leaving to go back home today, we passed two ice cream shops. One going into town and the other going the east of town. I think that’s right. Not for sure though. Anyways, it made me think of this really hot day in July. My friend Janise¬†and my cousin Kristi and I went putt-putting on what felt like the hottest day ever. I think we got to five holes and we were like, “ok, it’s too hot!” So we left and got ice cream. Janise¬†was driving, and we were going to Mason’s which is on the east side. Well when we got into town she pulled into Scoop’s and Kristi and I were dying laughing because it wasn’t the right place. So we got out on the highway and went to Mason’s and ordered. When we got done, we sat in KFC’s¬†parking lot while the bright sun was shining right on us. It was a fun day being with them and laughing about how Janise was hoping not to make a mess in her car and not to make a mess on me with the melting ice cream.


Well today I got my wish, well more a part of one of my prayers answered today. My mom went and did my nana’s errands for her this morning and not only did I get my cookie dough ice cream (Shhh… nobody tell my sister!!) but I also got my money that nana owed me. I used that for my new book. I like the fact that I did not ask for my money this morning before she left. I think I was more concerned about the ice cream than the damn money. Money doesn’t last long around me. Before my mom got back from there she sent me three texts messages, one answering the text I sent her after she pulled out of the driveway the other two were “Nana gave me your money you can buy your book now” and the last one was, “Headin home” by the time I¬†saw any of these was when she actually pulled up to the driveway. It did not take me long to sit myself¬†up and go to Amazon and¬†buy the freaking book.

Between the book and ice cream those were my highlights of my day, because everything else about today sucked. I was in a mood where I hated everybody and definitely didn’t want to talk to anybody, and yet I felt bad thinking that way. I’m a weird person when it comes to certain things. I’m pretty random. I can be happy one minute and then get to thinking about something that happened a week ago and just ruin every good thing I had in my head. I try to keep myself occupied by doing things that don’t really make me think. So Twitter and Tumblr become my best friends¬†when I get in these moods. Oh, lord “Skin”¬†just started playing on my Spotify. Goody. Besides this song makes me really sad because of the lyrics. James Michael has one ahhh-mazing voice! Even though he’s around my dad’s age he really cute. Compared to DJ Ashba though, we can’t even go into that one. That’s enough to kill me right there. Nikki Sixx should consider¬†himself lucky to not be on my “crush” list. Just saying!