It is my home, my neighborhood, and my history. It is what I am and where I came from. Embarrassing? Yes Boring? Never

Friday, January 22, 2010

IT NEVER ENDS

I swear - I am one pit bull away from being the White Trash Queen

Thursday, January 21, 2010

CHUCK E CHEESE

All of life's lessons are learned at the Cheese:



1. the more money you have the more fun you 'appear to have' but we all leave with nothing

2. Even the worst boring food with laughter as an appetizer, is well worth the trip.

3. spend what you have wisely because there may not be more available and your choice may seem ridiculous after it is spent

4. it is always better to run and laugh with a friend

5. when you are losing or just upset it is your parents who are always there for you

6. just keeping up is exhausting (Whack a mole)

7. anything that looks easy probably isn't (skeet ball)

8. surprise are not always pleasant and warm like you would like (the ball pit)

9. things are crowded, keep an eye out for the people who love you


and the most important lesson


10. Giant Mice are Scary



I have not been recently but another blogger reminded me of the sheer joy

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

My Flowers Creep Out my Co-workers

I know this may be morbid but after the funeral my nephew was trying to get people to take home flower arrangements. The one I actually bought was too big but i liked a small one with spring colors. I took it into work today and made the mistake of telling a couple people where the arrangement came from.

FREAK OUT

They do not look like funeral flowers or anything but now they are all weirded out. I did not realize this was not a socially acceptable practice. Oops. Oh well, they are pretty, and I like them!

Monday, January 18, 2010

DONT LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOUR BEST FRIEND

I have seen the worst possible situation in the last two days. A gorgeous proud woman lay in front of her friends and family in some damn memaw sweater with jewelry that did not match. WTF? Seems her husband - who I do understand is really distraught - picked out her clothes.

OMG -- DO NOT LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME!!!

Please swear to me (and to ALL your other girl friends) that you will not let your husband or your sons (unless of course they are gay and capable of such a task) pick our your burial clothes. This has me hugely upset to the point that I may have to form some sort of support group or at the least plan my funeral ahead of time!

I swear to my friends here and now I will not allow their husbands to humiliated them with mismatched apparel! I promise, I promise.