Random thoughts

You know that one person in high school that was your ultimate BFF? The one you thought you'd be friends with literally, forever and ever? I had one of those and to this day, I honestly thought we'd be that close forever. But like many friendships, it ended shortly after graduation.

There was no fight, no major blow up, it was more like a quick moving glacier. I started dating the boyfriend that would later become the husband and it was time for a grown up relationship. And by that I mean, whenever she or I had a boyfriend and went on "dates" (cause really? No one actually dates in high school) we'd go as a threesome. Not the dirty kind either. So I started dating the boy and we just sorta drifted apart. I made several attempts to keep in touch with her and stay friends but she got mixed up with a group of people that weren't really what my mother would call "good kids" and that was the end of that.

I did run into her a few years ago, right about the time I got engaged and told her I really wanted her to be there. It wouldn't have been right if she wasn't there. Needless to say, that didn't happen. In fact, I haven't actually seen her since that day. But thanks to Facebook she's back. I got a message asking if we could get together and catch up. Part of me wants to but the other part of me is still bitter and just doesn't really care. I made all sorts of efforts and she didn't give a shit so why should I care?

I don't know. Maybe I should just do it and get it over with. Or maybe I'm just being over dramatic about the whole stupid thing. We'll see.

As I'm sitting here, listening to the Spice Girls (yes, I'm really listening to them). I can't help but be super excited for my sister to come home! I feel it'll be a Christmas like one from back in the day. When we were younger, our Christmas days were spent playing video games (Donkey Kong or Mario Kart) listening to Spice Girls or Jewel. And with the new Mario AND Donkey Kong games out this year I'm sure it'll be like that all over again.

And I ain't mad at it.

Also, I'm completely in love with these shoes. In fact, I almost bought them the other day but passed. I needed black pumps more than another pair of brown ones.



Speaking of being in love.(I don't know if Nikole reads this but this is where you can stop hahaha) I recently started watching 'Skins'. No, not the shitty MTV remake. The original version. So fucking good. It's sorta taken over my life and if I didn't love it so much, I'd be embarrassed to admit it but damn it, I love it and I'm not afraid to tell you. It's about a group of teenagers in Bristol who drink and smoke and do drugs and a ton of sex. Actually, I'm not sure if it's a TON of sex seeing as how that's what all the young kids are doing these days. Either way, the change up the cast every two years and........ugh. It's just so good. I loved the first two seasons with Sid and Cassie. That storyline, I just ate it up. But then season three started.

I'm telling you, from the first second I saw this kid, I fell in love. His name is Luke Pasqualino and I'm going to need someone to put him under my Christmas tree this year. Clothes are optional. Adding to the beautiful that he already is, the chemistry between him and Kaya Scodelario. OH MY FUCKING GOD! Any scene with the two of them, it's completely electric.

It's like watching Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman or Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh or for all your weird people who don't watch old movies James McAvoy and Keria Knightley. If you have no clue what I'm talking about you need to watch 'Casablanca', 'Gone with the Wind' or 'Atonement'. Once you do that, get back to me. You can feel it between these couples. That's not something you can fake.

With that said, I'd like to add Luke to my husband list. See, he's pretty.



And because I couldn't pick just one pretty.

It's never to early.....

So today, I'm sitting at my desk, not working, and realized that Christmas is only a few shorts weeks away. I'm very much looking forward to this year for the usual. Pretty lights, yummy peppermint, homemade cookies, family, all that jazz. It's my favorite holiday, aside from my birthday of course. But this year I'm super excited because my sister who I haven't seen in FOR.EVER. is coming home this year! I'm fairly certain it'll be a Christmas full of tears and laughs and more tears.

With that said, here's my Christmas list for this year:

1 - The entire series of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD. Apparently they no longer sell this at Best Buy. At least not in the state of North Carolina. So it's time you make yourself an Amazon.com account.

2 - My hotel stay for Vegas next year. I won't even go crazy. The Flamingo works just fine by me.

3 - Shoes. I wear a 6.5. I prefer Louboutins, Brian Atwood, Steve Madden, Jimmy Choo and Vivienne Westwood.

4 - Barnes and Noble. Not a gift card, the actual store.

5 - World peace.

6 - Season 1 of Glee. The whole season.

7 - This bag: http://us.asos.com/Victoria-Beckham/Asos/Asos-Strap-Lock-Day-Bag/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=1326399&cid=8730&sh=0&pge=0&pgesize=200&sort=-1&clr=Tobacco

8 - This skirt: http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&viewAllFlag=&catalogId=33057&storeId=12556&productId=2073593&langId=-1&sort_field=Relevance&categoryId=208530&parent_categoryId=203984&sort_field=Relevance&pageSize=200

9 - I have a growing list of books that would take way too long to write them all. If you would like, I'd be more than happy to name a few for you in an email, text, phone call.

10 - Money.

That is all. OR if you really love me, or, if you find the money tree, an all expense paid trip for me to travel all of Europe would be the best thing!

Vegas is The Business

1 - Vegas is the new love of my life.

2 - Justin Timberlake can be the king of the world. He's got my vote.

3 - I can check seeing Elton John off my bucket list. Twice because he sang 'Tiny Dancer'.

4 - A 10 minute rendition of 'Rocket Man' is NEVER bad. Ever.

5 - I misjudged dancing in a club. It's more fun than I thought.

6 - Airports can supply hours of endless fun if you're not the walking dead. Also, sleeping on an airport floor only looks fun. It's not ACTUALLY fun.

7 - Chocolate cake can be a most tasty dinner.

8 - Never trust the semi cute guy who swears he 'just walked Diddy to the after party'.

9 - The girls from out of town look more like hookers than the hookers do.

10 - I can't wait to go back.

The Wedding

As I'm sitting here listening to 'Speak Now' by Taylor Swift I'm in the mood to talk about this past weekend. I think.

C had her wedding and I know I did a TON of bitching about it but I honestly had a great fucking time! I was really worried about having to spend time with people I don't know because I'm super shy and feel way too insecure about myself when I get around new people. And C has these friends from college or her high school or something that while I've hung out with them a few time, I always feel.....I don't wanna say beneath them or whatever but I don't feel like I gel with them. They were there at the bachelorette party and it seemed much better than it had in previous hanging outs that we had. In fact, I dare say we had FUN together.

Apparently, we're all life long friends now. I really had like, the best time at a wedding. Apart from mine. I danced, I sang, I ate, I laughed. It was awesome.

It's not to say we were without drama because there was drama. This is C we're talking about. I tried to stay as far away from it as I could because I just can't handle it. And it would have pissed me off since I could have been at a wedding with my family in West Virginia. But by Friday, the Bitch was gone and C was just filled with nerves so she was in her own little world and didn't really speak to many people.

Fine by me.

It was the perfect day for a wedding. Sunny and warm during the day but I was fucking freezing at night. My poor little toes were frozen and blue. Ok, so I exaggerate but honestly, it was so damn cold.

Now if you know me, I'm known as the grandma of the group. I'm always in bed early and that's cool. I don't mind. Sleep and me are great friends. But I last longer than some other people *cough Lori/Kala cough* And the only reason Andrew and I left was because there was some drama at his dad's house so whatever. I made it to almost midnight and the party was winding down anyways.

Before I throw up some of the pictures, my only question is how do you do the Dougie? I really, really wanna fucking know!!









Ok, I just realized that some of the pictures are sideways but guess what, I'm too fucking lazy to change it. Get over it.

Ten things about me:

1 - I have never seen 'It's a Wonderful Life' in full. Ever. In fact, the only thing I remember is 'every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings'. And I don't know if I remember that from the movie or just because it's THE quote from the movie.

2 - Some of my closest friends are people I met online. (And no, mom, they are not killers or gang bangers. Which worked out well for me when I went to visit them).

3 - I am a food-tard. Basically I eat crap food all the time. I pretty much live off of grilled cheese, poptarts, cereal, peanut butter, cookies and cake. Honestly. The last time I attempted to eat a cheeseburger, I gagged and spit it out.

4 - I'm struggling to read 'The sun also rises'. It's honestly kicking my ass right now. And I'm not a quitter with books. I start it, I'm going to finish it, one day or another. Which probably explains why I've got at least 7 books with bookmarks in them floating around my house.

5 - I was a virgin til I got married. Too bad if this falls under TMI. It's true. Funny little story about this, after the wedding, the group of us (it was a super small wedding. Like, there was a total of 13 people when you count the family members and the wedding party) were hanging by and in the pool at the hotel we were staying at and my now husband turns to my father and yells 'How does it feel knowing tonight I'm gonna fuck your daughter?' Yeah. I'm still married to him.

6 - Sticking with the wedding theme, my grandmother whom I'm closest to, died 2 days before my wedding in a car wreck. 12 hours before she was supposed to leave for the wedding.

7 - I honestly believe that my sister is a better person that I am. Even if she is a huge pain in my ass sometimes.

8 - I am in the process of working on my Bucket List. That includes visiting all of Europe and Jerusalem.




9 - I used to be a big liar. About anything and everything. Just cause I could. However, I no longer lie. It's too hard to keep a story straight.

10 - I'm in a constant state of change and fear that I may never really become the person I think I want to be.

Boys, boys, boys

I'm a little chipper on this beautiful day so I'm going to write about something else, other than shoes, that I love.

BOYS!!

I love boys. In fact, I'm a little boy crazy. I take that back, I'm a lot boy crazy. They're just so pretty! I don't even really have a type. As my mother would say, 'so long as they're male'. That's how I like 'em.

I have a group of friends affectionately known as the Power Rangers and we all have a husband list. At least I think we all do. I know I do and I know two others do.

After a dream I had last night, I've decided to add another boy to my husband list. After of course checking to make sure no one else has claimed him. **It was not a dirty dream either! In fact the guy didn't even talk. He was just standing there all sexy like. *sigh*

Without further ado, here is my list:

Jim Sturgess


Chris Evans


Jonathan Groff (I don't care that he's gay in real life, he's going to marry me!)


Jared Padalecki (he's the one I had the weird dream about last night. So pretty)


Luke Kirby (side note: one of the Power Rangers and my favorite people ever made me watch this show when I went to visit with her a few weeks ago, Slings & Arrows. YOU MUST WATCH IT!! Amazingness)



*sigh* Nothing like a little eye candy in the morning.

Now, if you know me, you know my undying love for all that is Justin Timberlake. And yes, he is still on the list and still the recipient of my love. However, he's more of a boyfriend now. Or maybe we have an open relationship. Yeah, we have an open relationship. It's been many, many years that we've shared this love so I feel I can share him with others. But never fear, he will always be in my heart.

So, now that my eyes are all starry from the pretty, I'd like to take a second to say that I love Glee. It's right up there with my love for shoes. There is not one single thing I don't like about it. I love that Rachel Berry is annoying as fuckall. I love that poor Finn can't dance his way out of a paper bag. How Artie is the whitest white boy alive and talks like he's from the hood. Kurt and Mercedes have this inner confidence I wish I had just a spoonful of. And Brittany, Brittany, Brittany. How do I love thee, let me count thy ways.

Honestly, Heather Morris NAILS this character. She has the best one liners of any show I've seen. You can't deny that. In fact, I'd like to share a few:

"Did you know that dolphins are just gay sharks?"

"People think I went on vacation, but actually I spent all summer lost in the sewers."

"When I pulled my hamstring I went to a misogynist."

And this one, never, EVER fails to make me laugh out loud. No, really.

Will: "Can anyone tell me what a ballad is?"
Brittany: "It's a male duck."

Now, the feelings I have for this show and this character, throw them into the pot with Britney Spears and what do you get?



Only, me and not as a baby. I'm sorta sad the husband won't be home to watch it with me tonight but I'm also kinda glad he won't be there to see me geek the fuck out.

Simply because the shoes are named Miss Meghan. Also, designer is Nicholas Kirkwood who I've just recently fallen in love with.

My heel would love to meet your face

Ok. Fuck this bitch. Honestly some people should be allowed to speak let alone live. I'm not one to actually want to hurt people (most days anyways) but today, today feels like a good day for it.

I'm going to vent a little. If you don't want to read this or are already aware of my dislike for the people I work with, please feel free to avoid this post.

I work with this woman. I say woman but she's more like the dragon lady. See?


Because I'm not a heartless bitch, I'm going to protect her by not using her real name. However some of you probably know who I'm referring to. Either way, I'm going to name her Asshole. Yeah, I totally went there.

I've been working at this office for almost 8 months as the office manager. A position I've pretty much been doing for 4 years. I've done an excellent job thus far with no issues from previous employers or my current boss. Yes, I am bragging a little.

But this Asshole! She's been working for my boss for several years now and they've got a great work chemistry going on. That's awesome. Honestly. It makes the work flow a little easier when you know someone well enough to just do things without second guessing or having to go ask. And it was helpful to me when I first started, having Asshole know all the ins and outs of my boss. But now, I've been here long enough to be able to make these judgment calls and decisions myself. I'm the office MANAGER. You are the nurse.

Let me take a second to tell you something about me. I HATE HATE HATE when people step all over my toes and try to do my job for me. For any reason. Like I said earlier, if I wasn't doing my job to par, I'd know about it by now. Clearly, I'm not having any issues. So step off. I don't need you telling me how to do something that a monkey could do. Just because you can't remember how to do it properly doesn't mean I have the IQ of a cardboard box. It's like.... you know when you go out of town or miss a few days from being sick and someone in your office covers for you? Of course they're not going to do as good a job as you but when I come in and have to do it all over again? Not cool. The thought of coming back here after a week in Vegas causes me to hyperventilate.

Because Asshole was out of town last week, she has a ton of work to play catch up with (I won't even get into the replacement nurse drama we had last week. I will say that one of them, she just walked out in the middle of the day and didn't come back). She left in such a rush yesterday afternoon that she left practically all that work sitting in her station. She said three times, THREE TIMES, that she'd be here today at 7:30 to get it done. I don't have to be here when she's here in the morning but I feel like I should be. So I wake up, exhausted from being at bridal portraits til 10 last night, haul ass to get here on time and that Asshole doesn't show up until after 8:30!! If you can't follow through on something, I lose some respect for you. Especially if it pertains to your job. If you say you're going to do it, then fucking do it. Otherwise there are thousands of people who would be more than happy to have your job these days.

Now that I've vented all angry like about Asshole I feel I should share some of the stuff that makes me laugh about her. Laughing behind her back of course.

Homegirl is 50 years old. Sure she looks great for her age, I can admit that. But some things you just shouldn't wear. Ever. There were several days this summer where there was no doctor in the office so we were allowed to wear jeans and be casual. Now because we work in an office, people do stop by from time to time. Patients, sales reps, nurses from other offices, you get the picture. The point is, even though there are no patients or doctors in the office, you still need to look like a person. Not a hooker.

There were days where she's be in tiny skirts and shorts that even I wouldn't wear. Looking classically sexy is better than looking trashy every.single.day. Boobs were hanging out, hooker heels (I have hooker heels but work is NEVER EVER the place for them!), make up done up in her best 'going out, Saturday night' look. I really wanted to tell her that I'd be more than happy to style her but when someone is that age and going through a divorce, it just didn't feel right.

Another thing I won't tolerate, is someone lying about me. I. AM. NOT. A. LIAR. And for someone to accuse me and attack me about how I handle myself in the work and professional environment is not going to be tolerated. End of story.

If I find out that you've lied about me, to me, ect, this happens.



Flogging. Lots and lots of flogging. I might even get your face. Scarlett letter style if you lie on me.

Word.

In other news, sad news actually. The memorial service for Alexander McQueen was this week and EVERYONE was there. Not, EVERYone cause I wasn't there but you catch my drift. My style Icon with a capital I, Sarah Jessica Parker was there looking STUNNING!! I know it was a super sad thing and I feel a little ashamed for looking at the pictures to see whatever was wearing but come on, it was for McQueen! Of course everyone was going to look great.

Case in point:

'Tis the season

When you picture volunteer at a museum does she look like this?



Yeah, I thought so. I'm volunteering at the NC Museum of History and this woman, dude. She's like a super know-it-all. She seems nice enough, and by that I mean I've only said a handful of words to her. But anyways, I don't really have anything to say other than that. There really was no point but I was there last night and she was there and it was fresh on the brain this morning.

So, last Friday. It went down. It was C's bachelorette party (you like how I'm not naming people? haha). And this is the same girl that's been all crazy bride girl and the one that I had to bail outta jail for DUI, blah blah blah (that's a whole other story for a day when I feel I wanna write you a novel. Today is not that day). I was only going because my hetro life mate, L, was gonna be there. And to my surprise, my oldest friend Special K. We met at the hotel, pregamed, walked a few blocks to dinner, they drank some more. Then took a cab to the bar/club thing where it really got poppin'. (Don't ask why I'm talking all weird cause I don't really know) I lost count of shots after 4 and two beers (not counting what we had at the hotel), so it's safe to say the bride to be was more than a little toasted. After shaking her ass both on the piano and the stage, we moved to the back part of the bar (also known as 'da club') where she could really get down with her funky self.

It looked a little bit like this, only with a few more clothes on. A FEW. Like, shoes.


I was having fun at this point. Until Special K left. Then A and D left right around midnight. Leaving myself and L with just the bride and her sister. Bad plan people.

I had been super sick all week and had to be up early for a class at the museum but that does not matter to a princess bride. She sorta went psycho, stabby girl and screamed at us in the bar and then outside on the sidewalk. No, no. You don't understand. She SCREAMED at us. It's her 'god damn wedding' and 'how many fucking times does she get married?'.

......She's already married!!! But we've talked about that already.

I'm gonna shorten this long story by saying, finally got drunky drunk in the car after 2 am. It looked like this, only in a bed and a little more classy



Once I dropped both her and her sister off at the hotel and I drove my happy ass home to get four hours of sleep. At the time, it was not so fun but the next day, once I had time to reflect, I had a good time. I know, I'm just as shocked as you are. She was on her bestish behavior and didn't act like a diva bitch until the end of the night. And I use the term bitch with complete love.

I may or may not post some pictures from that night. I haven't made up my mind yet since there's incriminating evidence on there.

*huge sigh* So, now that that's done and over with. I've got nothing going on until the wedding next month and then VEGAS!! Can I get a hell yeah?!? I'm stoked! I paid S back all the money I owe her for the concert tickets and the hotel. I'm free from the weight of debt for this trip and can just enjoy the painful wait for the next 33 days until this vacation starts.

It's almost my favorite time of the year for fashion. FALL!! I love all the sweaters, the jackets, the pants, the SHOOOOEEEESS!! More specific, the boots. I die for boots! DIE! I buy more boots than I know what to do with. But I get my money out of them. It's shame I'm going to have to buy new clothes to wear my current boots with this fall. New job means no jeans at work so I gotta figure something out. But hey, maybe new clothes mean new shoes! See, there's always a silver lining.

And Brian Atwood is the new love of my life. Since I've got a birthday coming up, I'm going to need these.

The joys of family

So, this past weekend I went to a bridal shower for my cousin. I wish I could come up with a more clever name but I'm too sleepy so we'll just go with Princess. Mostly because she honestly thinks she is one.

I might need to fill you in real quick on my family. My dad is the oldest of 6 kids and while my family was living in Florida, all my cousins and aunts and uncles were living in North Carolina. Needless to say, I'm not super close with them and holiday's can be a little awkward for everyone. Until the booze come out then it's awkward for another reason. But that's not this story.

I am the second oldest cousin, I'm three years (I think) younger than Princess. I got married two years ago, the first grandchild to get married. Hell, I was the first grandchild to have A) a steady boyfriend, B) to bring a boy to any family function, C) invited MY family to HIS family functions. We had a lovely wedding, very, VERY small. Just grandparents (some of them) and his best friend and mine. We didn't want a big hoopla and frankly, I didn't feel it was right for either one of our parents to shell out money that could be used as a down payment for a house for a wedding. They've done more than enough for us over the years. After our wedding we had a big, huge party. Very informal (so informal, my dad didn't tuck in his shirt and I think Andrew was the only one wearing a tie. No joke). And it was great. Everyone had a great time and it didn't feel stuffy and wedding like.

Anywho, not everyone in my family showed up for the wedding due to health issues, money issues, etc. That's cool. I completely understood. Sure, I was a little bummed but I got it. Things happen. Life goes on.

So Princess gets engaged and it's all 'happy happy joy joy' because she's the Queen of the World and all. Then I found out her wedding date.

DUM DUM DUUUUUUUM

Can't go. I'm already in a wedding that weekend. Like, I'm actually part of the wedding party. Sorry. I just can't back out of a wedding after I already gave my word I'd be a bridesmaid.

This did not go over well at all. I got angry emails from my dad's family demanding that I drop out of wedding #1 so I can be with the family. My parents were getting phone calls from the same family telling them to tell me to be at wedding #2 (hello! I'm 25 years old and no longer fear being grounded by my parents). Even during the few visits to my nanna (that'd be my dad's mother) earlier this year, she'd drop rude comments about how I need to 'be with the family' that weekend and not 'with a friend'. But I'm the bigger person and would just kindly respond with 'I'm sorry but I've already made a promise to do this and I can't back out now'.

I think they finally get it. Maybe. I did see nanna over the weekend and she said something about how she hopes to see me at the wedding.

Ok, so that's the back story. For the most part. I left out the part of my grandmother (my mommy's mom, who I was really close to and spent many, many summers at her house. They lived in Florida near my parents while my sister and I were growing up) DIED TWO DAYS BEFORE MY WEDDING!!! Yeah. True story. I can't make that shit up. She literally died in a car wreck two days before my wedding. Like, the night before she was supposed to ride out the mountains for the wedding. It sucks, I know. You can take this moment to feel bad for me. I am.

Ok, and we're moving on.

So, I'm at the bridal shower for Princess with my mommy. We had this sorta tag-team system going on since we're outsiders to this family. Never left each other alone for more than a few minutes. Safety in numbers you know? Well, the time for presents came. We're watching as Princess opens gifts and she does the whole 'awww this is pretty. I love it so much'. Really? You LOVE plastic Tupperware bowls? At least register for something cool. Like art work or pretty bedding. All her shit was kitchen stuff. BORING!

By this time I'm really bored and ready to go but I'm doing the right thing by faking the smile and laughter. 'Ooohing' and 'awwwing' with everyone else. Then she gets to the gift from my nanna. Inside the bag is this super expensive collectors bear in a wedding dress. It's cute, I guess. But I'm guessing it's expensive by what Princess and her mom were saying. Oh, but that's not all! There, in the same bag, was a set of pearl earrings and a pearl necklace. REAL PEARLS! Not that I'm a pearl type of person but all the same.

You know what I got from nanna? A box from the dollar store (it still had the tag on it) that holds recipes.

Yeah.

I know, the gift isn't the point, it's the thought that counts. I'm adult enough to know that. But the thing is, her wedding and all things related to her wedding are so much more important than mine. We invited the same family members and all the ones that weren't coming to mine, including my grandpa on my dad's side, are coming. All the family from Boston, didn't come to my reception but they're coming for hers. When people said they weren't going to be at my wedding, my parents didn't send mean emails or make angry phone calls. There were no backhanded comments.

I understand that I might not be part of the IN crowd but I am part of the family. It's only fair that you treat me with the same respect you treat the other grandchildren.

And they wonder why I don't come around more often. Maybe if you'd didn't treat me like the red headed step child, I'd be more than happy to deal with your snotty and holier than thou attitudes.

So I leave with my mom, all sad and sorta feeling....I don't know. I don't want to say unloved because that might be too much with the dramatics. But I felt something and whatever it wasn't, it didn't feel good.

I'm going to need someone to buy me these for me. It'll make things a whole lot better.



OH! The good news is, my Vegas trip is ALMOST taken care of. Technically, it is taken care of. Flight, hotel, concert ticket, all booked and paid for. Only, I'm now having to pay back for the concert ticket and my half of the hotel room. But it's cool. I'm getting very, very excited!!

Poor Callie

I wasn't going to be posting anything today or for the rest of the week BUT I had to do this.

So I have 4 dogs. Yeah, I know. Who has 4 dogs? Well, I do. I love them and since I will never had children (that's another story for another time) these giant balls of fur are my babies. There's Abbie (or Mufasa as she's been renamed), Sadie, Maddison and Callie. Callie is the baby and a mommy's girl. I won't go as far as to say she hates Andrew but she doesn't really care for him either. It's kinda cute and one of the things I love most about her. She's all mine and I don't have to share her with anyone.

Well, last night I woke up around 1:30 needing to pee. It was like, if I don't go now, I'm going to wet the bed and then I'd have to take a shower and doing all that, at that time of the night, not really high on my list of priorities. Anywho, so I get up, I can hear some thunder off in the distance and I'm praying it's leaving so I can go back to sleep.

That was not the case.

This storm, if you can even call it that. I like to think of it as God (if you believe in such things) throwing boulders down around my house. I mean, between the thunder and lightening, it was like I was sitting front row, center for the opening of Phantom of the Opera or something. (Side note, go see that if you haven't. It will change your life.) The house and windows were shaking and I didn't need to turn on any lights to see anything. The lightening was doing that for me.

Most nights I sleep alone because Andrew snores and neither one of us can sleep. I can't sleep because he's snoring and he can't sleep because I "beat him up". I'm not really buying that but whatever.

So there I was, back in bed with Callie and Sadie and then all of the sudden, it was like a cannon went off in my room. Poor Callie let out a yelp and scampered from the foot of the bed to right beside me. Picture it like this, it was more me spooning her than anything else. So, I'm laying there. Holding this poor shaking puppy who is scared half to death and then there's another scary boom of thunder. This time laying beside me isn't good enough. This crazy dog crawls up on top of the pillow that I keep over my head (whatever, so I sleep with a pillow over my head. I'm sure you do weird things in your sleep too) and lays on top of my head.

It took me a good ten minutes to get her off of me. I'm surprised I didn't die because breathing....not so easy under a 50 lbs dog and pillow. Needless to say, sleeping was not an option during this storm. I spent the better part of three hours laying with her and trying to calm her down. And of course, once she calms down, I'm wide awake and can't go back to sleep.

Yeah, last night sucked and I'm exhausted. So no shoe today. I'm too tired and this stupid computer at work is too slow. Maybe I'll double up on the shoes next time.

I am a golden god!

Yes, I FINALLY got around to watching 'Almost Famous'. I know, I know. I hear you. I know the movie came out like, I don't know ten years ago or something. Point is, I finally saw it. And now I'm mad I waited so long to see it. It was (and I'm going to quote my friend S right now) perfect. Honestly. I can't think of one thing I didn't like about it. Even Kate Hudson, who I don't really care that much for. She's just... kinda there. In the world that is. I watched the entire movie saying to myself 'self, this guy that plays Russell looks really effin' familiar'. Then the credits roll. DUH! How did I not know it was Billy Crudup?!? I really think something has made my brain all mushy and soft. Either way, the movie was amazing and needs to be seen by all.

Other than that, I have nothing super important to say. I'm working on my Netfix list which is slowly but surely sucking my soul right out of me. Between the instant movies (most of mine are just TV shows) and the movies they mail out, I may never leave my house again. Or, I may never leave because I'm broke.

I watched 'Michael Clayton' last night. It was good. Really good in fact. But I have a problem following movies where there's no background given when it starts. Sure, they tied up all the pieces at the end but up until that point, I was sorta lost. Even if it had sucked balls, I probably would have finished it anyways. Two words: George. Clooney. What more can you ask for in a movie? Oh, wait. You can ask for this, Leonardo DiCaprio. After 'Inception' I've fallen in love with him all over again. He makes my soul happy (when it isn't being owned by Netflix that is).

Me thinks I have a problem with jeweled shoes. So pretty.

The best things in life are free....

Guess who's broke?

If you guessed me then please line up for you gold star prize.

This year has been not so fun with the money stuff. And I'm actually not to blame for it this time. Well, I might be but not really. My car, who I've affectionately renamed Dipshit, broke down before I went to New York in March and stayed broken until about a week ago. I think I just needed to reach said dollar amount in order for it to not be broke anymore. That dollar amount, by the way, was over two grand. Yikes is right.

So now I'm having to scrimp and save every penny for this trip to Vegas in October. I can do it and I am doing it but it SUCKS. I need things and can't get them right now. And I actually do need things, this isn't just me saying I "need" when I really want. I, honest to goodness, need some clothes for work. I've also got two bridal showers coming up in the next month, two weddings in October, this trip, new brakes for my car. Like, it's a never ending game of 'what can happen next?'. And I'm ready to throw in the towel and tell the powers that be, that they've won. I quit.

So, my very dear friend (yes, I'm talking to you) hated a pair of Dior shoes I found in Vogue this month. She said I only liked them becaue they're Dior. Not really the case. They were pretty and reminded me of a pair of shoes I already own. So, in honor of that (not that I'm a huge fan of the designer cause I'm usually not) I give you these

Bridezilla

Bridezilla. Probably one of the scariest words known to women kind. For me at least. I got married a little over two years ago and I'm pretty sure I was a fairly chill bride. No yelling, no crazy demands. I could have played the whole 'I'm a bride, do what I say' thing but that's not me. I get called a bitch enough, bitchy bride I was not going to be. But I've got this friend and I love her. Really, I do. But she is really getting out of control with all this wedding nonsense. I mean, if I can't make it to your batchelorette party, I'm sorry. I'm in your freaking wedding. I've already shelled out money for the dress, my hair/make up, your present, your bridal shower. Going out of town for your "last weekend as a single lady", two months before you know I'm going on vacation, is not going to happen. Between the twenty texts asking if I got this invite or that invite or did I make the appointment to get my hair done. It makes me want to scream.

But here's the thing that KILLS me about all this. SHE'S ALREADY FREAKIN' MARRIED!! They got married in Vegas (please, kill me with the irony already) and no one knows but myself and two other girls. I sorta get why they did it. He's in the army, he's in Iraq, the benefits they both get now that according to law, they're one with the holy matrimony. Sure, I'm OK with that. But she hasn't told anyone and is STILL having her platinum wedding. No, really. The budget has gotten bigger as the date gets closer. Last time I heard, they were up to $70K. That's $70,000. Do you not understand how much money that is?!? I had a destination wedding. My parents paid for the few from my side, my husbands parents paid for the few from his side. Then we had a big, huge party a few weeks later. Open bar, of course. Both side of the family are Irish. They can put it away like no one else. With all that said and done, we didn't even come close to $10 grand. Not even close. And I did the whole thing. The dress, the hair (twice even! Once for the actual wedding and once for the reception), the food, the flowers, the DJ, all that wedding stuff. I did it. But this chick....God. She wants a wedding, not a marriage.

Please my age should not get married. Honestly. I love my husband, he's a great guy and sure, sometimes I want to punch him in the throat. But I'm 25 years old for Christ's sake. I've been with the guy since I was 18 years old. If I'd known then what I know now, never, ever would I have gotten married. I think there needs to be some rule, or law even, that you can't get married until you're 30. That way you know who you are and what you want in life. Cause, let me tell you, I am not the same person I was when I met him. Hell, I'm not the same person I was last year. Changing and growing and figuring out who you are is part of life. Getting married because you think it's the right thing to do, because all your friends are doing it, makes it a mistake.

Honestly thought, I'm glad I did. I give him (my husband that is) a lot of flack and talk about him to my girlfriends but he's really great.

So I was at the mall this past weekend with an old friend from high school and found a pair of shoes that I NEED in my life. If anyone wants to loan me $200 to get them, I'll make you some cookies or a cake or something. In the meantime, I'll just have to look at these. No, these aren't the same ones but they're pretty all the same. And yes, Alexander McQueen makes my soul happy. Right to the core of my soul.

So I'm a screw up

So I was just informed that the URL for this blog reads myfriend,thecuteshow. THE CUTE SHOW!! I'm trying really hard not to laugh but I can't help it.

I told you. I'm special ed.

Oh well.

I'm back....sorta

Ok, so I had a blog. No, not this one, a different one. But I'm sorta special ed (I didn't ride the short bus or eat glue if you're wondering) and I can't remember what my log in was for said blog. So I made a new one. A better one if you will. And by better, I mean, I'm going to actually use it and update it. I know, shocker. Didn't mean to rattle your core there but it will happen this time.

I'm in a place. A weird place. Well, I'm actually sitting on my couch right now but mentally I mean. For the last year or so I've had this overwhelming urge to just pack up my stuff and move. Anywhere. Scratch that. New York would be my first choice. I fucking LOVE the city. Honestly, there isn't one thing about it that I don't like. The people, the places, the insane traffic, and this is gross, but even the smell. I think I romanticize about it. I love the city like I love a person. Eh, I'm weird, I know. I just went a few months ago with my BFF and had the BEST time. Met up with some very special people to me, celebrated a birthday for one of these very special people, took in some sights I hadn't yet seen. In short, I did the whole shebang. And couldn't get enough of it. I mean, look at it.

How could you not feel something when you see that? I know this is totally cliche, but that saying, if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere, is true. I could be completely wrong (I'm admitting it) but I think you can really find yourself in a city like that. It would force you to grow up and do things that you wouldn't do if you were from, oh say a small town in the middle of North Carolina.

So if I even win the lotto or something crazy like that, you know what my plans will be. Pack up and move to the city that never sleeps.

In closing (how ever proper of me) I think I'll end each posting with a photo of a cute shoe. Seeing as how I love shoes like I love New York.