Ha! This was a sweet idea. And yes, Drew Brees looked horrible thank you very much. 3 freaking points?!??! Hopefully he'll redeem himself next week.
Btw, I'm Drnk's Drnks and my boyfriend (who doesn't Vox) is Fins Win.
Welcome to the studio in my head.
Ha! This was a sweet idea. And yes, Drew Brees looked horrible thank you very much. 3 freaking points?!??! Hopefully he'll redeem himself next week.
Btw, I'm Drnk's Drnks and my boyfriend (who doesn't Vox) is Fins Win.
Aren't weekends supposed to be a relaxing time? I mean, no work, or at least none of the Monday through Friday nine to five variety, sleeping in, staying up late, drinking and nookie all the time? No? Damn.
I think that we've got it pretty well planned out. Saturday, we'll get up and work out, make breakfast, eat, shower and then the fun begins. Kiddo's going to the beach, but since she turned 14, she's too cool to go with Lovey and me so she's going with her friends. All in all, that's ok. It's nice that she's made so many friends in her time here. And Lovey and I can drink and swear in excess and not worry about it.
So while she's off playing with friends, we'll be going to Publix, where shopping is a pleasure (or Pooblee, donde comprar es un placer), to get water, beer and snacks and then off to the beach for a few hours of working on my tan. I've gotta be sun-kissed for next weekend, don't ya know! After we're good and baked, we'll head back home to shower and probably sleep it off. At some point, we've gotta get back to Publix to do the week's grocery shopping so we don't starve. Saturday night's a great party night, but I think we might skip that.
I've just realized that I now have a huge dilemma. The DVR is not yet connected and the STILLERS!! are on at 1. Normally not a problem, but I promised Kiddo that we'd go do mani/pedis for her b-day and Moonfaire is also on Sunday. So who gets me on Sunday? My boys for whom I bleed black and gold or my inner witch that is dying to get out? Tough tough call.
What one year of your life would you like to re-live, if you were given the chance?
Submitted by Ross.
1985.
The summer before I turned 12. In retrospect, I was probably having too much grown up fun for an eleven, soon to be twelve year old, but damn was that a good year. So much so, in fact, that my then best friend and I could often be heard singing about the "Summer of '85" to the tune of "Summer of '69" by Bryan Adams.
I grew up in a podunk town full of rednecks. My brother and I were often called the blackest rednecks anyone knew. Loved us some Lynard Skynard (still do), Nazareth, Neil Young and the rest of the southern rock. So, as insulting as it could be, I know that my fellow rednecks weren't being racist or just plain assholes when they decided that my nickname should be Kizzie. Looking back, it makes me laugh because they tried to name my brother Chicken George but it never stuck.
Outside of that name, no one really looked at us as 'the black kids'. Everyone was just another member of the Van Meter Heights crew.
As you may or may not remember, request and dedications were huge then and so my be-fri at the time (Kidster) and I (Kizzie) had our own pretend radio station. We had an R&D show every Friday night on KVMH. The Kid and Kiz show on 69.9 FM (yes, I know, it doesn't go that low nor do FM stations typically start with K). We laughed together, cried together, and just flat out had great times.
I'm pretty sure that that was also the year I first got drunk. Yes, I know, very early. All of my friends were a minimum of one year older than me and most were in the 4 to 5 year range. I was still the most mature of them all though. Living in a podunk town, you can get away with driving pretty young and without a license and I did a lot of that for people who were too drunk to get home.
Aside: Thanks, Ross, for this question because it made me research the history of my little podunk town and it's pretty interesting. Click here if you're interested. Also, click here for information about what I'm about to call "The Mine Roads".
Growing up, I never knew the history of our area. My grandfather, born in 1912, lived in the area his whole life I'm pretty sure and he never mentioned any of this stuff. What we did know is that the mine roads was a really cool place to ride dirtbikes/trikes/quads. Almost everyone had some sort of motorized off-road something or another and almost everyone had a trail from their house to the mine roads. There was the top part which didn't hold much interesting but the meeting point from the paths, and then there was the bottom part, down this hill, which led to where all the good riding spots (read HUGE HILLS were).
In the summer, we rode there and in the winter, we partied there. And that, is how I happened to get drunk for the very first time. We had a huge party wherein folks rode their dirtbikes and such to get there although, with a fair amount of walking, it was possible to get there on foot. Like rock stars we partied I tell you. Kegs, liquor, bonfire, snow, sleds. And I thought I'd have a beer.
Sidebar: Not my first beer. Podunk town=kegorator in the house. My dad had me pouring and delivering beers in the house since I was tall enough to reach the tap. Any wonder I ended up a bartender?
Well, many beers later, I was hammered. That was the point where I decided that it would be fun to sled down the biggest hill there, but with no sled. Odd that to this day, I distinctly remember Larry Baldwin saying, "Man, she's wasted" as I began my tumble down the hill. All ended well, no bruises, nothing broken, no frostbite, and no hangover.
1985. I was young, I was carefree and I wouldn't have traded that time in my life for anything. It seems like nothing bad happened that year. Life was perfect as it usually is when you're 11 going on 12. Yeah, I'll take that year back.
The all-knowing horoscope has spoken. I love that they put my name in it when they send it to me. Am I a huge dork? YES! I love my dorkiness and you should feel special that I share it with you.
Your life is a lot like a crusade, but you probably already know that, Shawneen. You seem to spend a lot of your time trying to persuade or convince other people of your opinions, or bring them together toward a common goal. Yet, today, you just don't have the energy. You may not have the enthusiasm you need to head out on the campaign trail. You probably just need to get some rest and to rethink your strategies.
I love that yesterday it said I could basically tell everyone to fuck off and today it says I shoulda stayed in bed. At least that's how I read it. I really have to start reading this before I leave the house.
She has to go. I am better than this and I know it. While I was never a "I want to be a princess when I grow up" type of kid, I somehow don't think that I am where I should be.
So, where should I be? I'm still working on it. Knowing where I should be is similar to the way I go shopping for clothes. I will walk past racks and racks, but if nothing jumps out into my hands, then it is not the item for me. Like this, I have a very limited wardrobe, but I also know that I haven't passed where I should be, because if I had, I'd still be there.
Should allows for such a broad range of things. There are the shoulds imposed by other people such as you should go back to school, you should work your way up the corporate ladder, you should be married by a certain age, have 2.2 kids, house, white picket fence, dog, blah, blah, blah. Those are the shoulds that do not concern me for they are based on the wishes of others.
Kiddo and Lovey are shoulds. Today, Kiddo turned 14. She's turning into a beautiful young lady (most of the time) and I should do everything I can to raise her right and keep her out of trouble. Lovey is a should. He came to me at a time when I was swearing off men and their horrible influences. He broke through that. He showed me that it's not all bad and I'm not all bad. He's a should because he jumped off the rack at me, planted one on me and said it's you and me babe.
Back to where should I be. From a career standpoint, not where I am. I can be good at what I do (paper pusher) when I choose to, but pushing paper holds no interest for me. Despite being the anti-social witch that I am, I need the human contact. (makes for a great bartender) I've always been someone that random people will open up to. I hold many secrets. People talk to me, whether they know me or not and I've gotten used to it. Now, I need the randomness. I need things to not be the same every day. I need to stay busy. Mostly, I need to not sit at a desk. So should I work elsewhere? Yes, probably. I just have to get to it. Get out lazy bitch!
I've never really been a religious person. I think that it is, in part, related to the amount of church I was forced to attend as a child. (Once my mom made us go to church on New Year's Eve. I was only about 13, but still!) As I've gotten older, and certainly no wiser, I've been finding that I'm missing something in my life. I don't really have any focus, no center, and I should. I'm not interested in going to church as most know it as I find organized religion to be, well, a scam. Churches keep getting bigger, people keep buying more expensive clothes, preachers/reverends/whatever you call them keep building bigger houses and driving nicer cars. Churches don't need to be big enough to house a football field. Whomever you worship probably doesn't care what you wear when you do it. And the last I'm not even gonna touch.
I guess I'm spiritual, but not religious. I feel at my best when I'm in an open area, preferably outside, where I can "commune with nature". For me, a perfect day is one that is spent entirely outside. Enter Wicca.
I'm no expert. As a matter of fact, I'm just beginning my journey by reading, collecting, and just learning. I've only scraped the surface, but I already know that Wicca is what I should be practicing. It's quite possible that I've been receiving hints to this purpose for some time, but I just had too much interference to realize it. Now, now I know that I should make more time to learn, to practice, to center, to focus. I don't just want to be outside, I need it.
Another stream of consciousness blog from yours truly with no ending, but I feel good about it.