Berly Come Home!!!

This is my official protest of Berly's decision to leave the blog world.

"Hell NO!
Don't you GO!
Hell NO!
Don't you GO!"

It needed to be said, right?

Why So Shocked?

So I'm planning a surprise birthday party for hubby, who turns 30 in a few weeks.
Today I called the go-kart place to confirm the reservations.
They asked what the average age of the "children" would be for the party.
And then she seemed taken aback when I answered very bluntly, "30."
For a second, I thought about explaining my situation, but then I thought better of it.
After all, you gotta give her something to tell her friends...

Job Rant

I think I've finally gotten to the point in my life where it's past time to make a change. Career-wise, that is.
I've said for years that everybody has some aspect of their life that's unhealthy. I've come to the conclusion that my job is my abusive relationship.
And I feel so stupid, because I'm 26 years old and I still don't know what I want to do with my life. I have my degree, which was specialized in a law-oriented field because I wanted to go to law school. I was then accepted to law school, but chose not to attend because I was too scared to leave my steady job, which had nothing to do with my degree field.
I feel like I typically become so scared to make the wrong move in my life that I just sit still and don't make any move, which has (ironically) turned into the wrong move.
Does that make sense at all?

My Poor Allie

I figured out this weekend what happens to animals who have parents that don't have kids of their own...

Say It Ain't So, Joe!

But it is.
That, my friends, is the once hot, now not Tara Reid.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen...

"I Just Wanna Lu' Ya" (Back at ya!!)

Sometimes a weekend with your girls is all you need to make the world seem right.
That was the case this weekend, when my A-MY made the long trek from Dallas to Houston to hang out for awhile.
We didn't do anything.
Ok, I lie. We did some things - shopping, chatting, eating, chatting, picture scanning, chatting, shopping, chatting, walking - but most of all, we hung out in our pajamas and did nothing.
And it was Fan-freakin-TASTIC!
Thanks, Amy, for putting the mileage on your ever-so-cute little bug, paying for the outrageous cost of gasoline (diesel), and fighting your way through traffic in two very large cities.
You're the best :)

And Then I Was Like, "That's Why I Don't Like You Lance!"

Today started off just fine. I was up on time, dressed in a flash, had puppy in her cage without too much hassle, left my house on schedule with iced coffee in hand. I had even driven the first 15 mile leg of my 36 mile commute to work in record time.
You know they say that when something seems to good to be true, it probably is...
First, I decided it would be a great idea to literally dump coffee all over my shirt, my pants and the driver side seat. I then have to turn my car around to make the 15 mile trek back home. And when I get there, I let puppy out of her cage, since I'm going to be awhile changing clothes and cleaning out my car. Puppy's so excited that she decides to pee all over my house.
Why puppy? I'm a good mom to you. I feed you, pet you, play with you, love you. And this is how you repay me?
I, of course, freak out, spank her and stick her out in the yard where she proceeds to do her frantic puppy double bark pattern until I give in and allow her back inside.
Meanwhile, kitty has watched this chain of events unfold and decides that right then would be her best chance to kick me while I'm down. That's right, my strictly indoor cat bolts out the door and into the back yard.
I'm wearing no pants, mind you, so I say an uber quick prayer that no neighbors are awake yet, and I dash out into my yard (fenced, thank God) and play chase with the cat for several minutes before I'm finally able to herd her back inside.
Fast forward about 15 minutes. I've gotten the zoo under control. I'm dressed. I've even redone my hair that has been ravaged by the humidity during the great chase. I get in to the car only to discover that I've forgotten to dry out the seat from the initial coffee spill.
Yep, another outfit down for the count by 6:45 am.
That's when you know it's going to be a good day...

Food Judgment

So the new Taco Bell window person creeps me out.
Every day that I go there, as soon as he sees me pull up (probably because I go 3 - 4 times a week), he starts laughing hysterically.
Do not judge me, Taco Bell boy.
I like tacos. And occasionally, burritos.
It's not nice to laugh in my face.

An Open Letter to the Mgmt at Cumulus:

You bastards. How do you justify taking over a radio station and immediately firing the entire morning show staff that has been on the air for 13 years? Don't you realize that you're messin' with people's emotions when you do that? I've been listening to Maria Todd since I was 13 years old (and to Atom for several years now). That's half of my life, in case you can't count.
And after 13 years of loyal service, you kick her to the curb without even offering her the opportunity to say goodbye to the people who have been listening to her for THIRTEEN YEARS?
My wish for you is that karma grabs hold of you with all of her might - throwing at you things like chicken pox, weight gain, balding, halitosis, and gout. Oh, and a failed business venture, of course.
BRING BACK THE 104 MORNING SHOW!
If you live in the Houston area and wish to voice your opinions about this, please go to krbe.com and click on the morning show comments link.

Aww, That's Cute

My husband is not a man of emotions. People who know him probably think this to be the understatement of the year. And yet yesterday, when I got home from taking Allie to the vet to get spayed, I see that he has brought home this massive, fluffy, cushy dog bed that he had to have picked up on his way home from work.
And when I broke the news to him that Allie would be staying over night at the vet, Kevin was unable mask his disappointment. He wanted to see her reaction when she saw her brand new bed for the first time. I found it endearing and cute...

These are the post-op pics of puppy, who's in pain but still wanting to play :)

Boys Will Be Boys

This morning, song director Matthew was walking in to church with his three sons, Gavin (6 years old), Brice (3 years old) and Kegan (2 years old). They walked in a row from tallest to shortest, much like a duck with its ducklings. In comes Matthew, followed by Gavin, followed by Brice...but no Kegan.
As we looked back for Kegan, we saw that he had stopped at the corner of the walkway leading in to the church, and was staring down at the ground, where this huge mud puddle had formed.
Matthew shouted Kegan's name, trying to get his attention before Kegan decided to plunge head first into the mud. But it was useless. As Kegan looked at the puddle, then to his father, and back to the puddle, it is my belief that the temptation was just too much for him to pass on. So he took one more glance at his very angry father, shrugged his shoulders and leaped right into the mud.
And I have to tell you - as Kegan entered the church, mud dripping from his water-soaked pants and shoes, he showed not even the slightest hint or sign of remorse for what he had done...