The day after

So here I sit, in my living room, the day after Christmas. My brother is playing Call of Duty: Black Ops, my two cousins are sitting here with us, and my dad is holding Monkey while I type this quick post my Nook. For those of you who don't know, its the Barnes & Noble e-reader. I got the Nook Color and this thing is freaking awesome. It does way more than I thought it would. I am content. I got a few various other things as well but this was the big one. Way. Cool. Google it.

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Just friggin' great...

It is windy today. Really. Friggin'. Windy.  And I decided that just a little bit before lunch, since I'm at work and bored to tears, that I wanted to go to Target and pick up some things for me and Monkey to wear for our pictures on Friday.  As I was leaving, the wind ripped my car door out of my hand and slammed SLAMMED it into the car door next to me. My SUV is white and there was a 10 inch long vertical line of paint transfer on this door. So I booked it.  Just kidding. I left a note explaining what happened with my name and number (I didn't want to leave my insurance info on a note that was going to blow away just as soon as it worked itself out from under the wind shield wiper blade) and went about my business.  Then I realized whose car it is and told her as soon as I got back. She didn't kill me.

I have recently decided that I want to run a marathon. No. I'm serious. Pick yourself up off the ground and stop laughing at me!!  I'm not gonna just go run one.  I'll start small. A mile. Once I get that down, I'll bump it to two miles. So on and so forth.  Mark my words. Come hell or high water, I will figure it out.  Anyone know how to run without getting shin splints?

And our lovely tree this year...

Ooookay.  I don't have anything else interesting for you. Not really.

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Grey or Silver?

Ah. There's nothing like the feeling you get when you have just been informed that your credit score just went up...again...by another 20 points. I decided to quit carrying that stupid credit card around. I know I've told y'all that.  (BTW, Randy Rogers Band is playing in the background...Memory...One of my favorites from them...just sayin')  But recently, I was on-line and discovered that they increased my maximum limit on that stupid thing. Two things happened at once: I just about pee'd myself with excitement as that is more money (kinda) to spend and I immediately scolded myself because THAT's the kind of thinking that got me in this debt bind in the FIRST place.  Really, Gracie?  And this is why I no longer carry it. LOL  Now, in doing that (raising the limit), the credit union inadvertently did me a wonderful favor.  The balance is now no where near the limit and does not reflect a high balance...thus making me look good in the eyes of the credit world. Aaand, since I don't carry it but do pay on it, that gap will continue to get bigger and bigger. This is a good thing. So, thanks Navy Fed. You did me a favor. Cheers!

I noticed something today.  I have mixed feelings about it...  There is not one spot on my head where I can part my hair...and there is not silver roots. I have been dying my hair since I was 21 and got my first silver strand at the tender age of 16. Thanks mom.  (She got her first one at 18.)  My hair has been red, black, tri colored (brown base with red and blond streaks...THAT was awwesome!!!), brown, violet, and a delightful shade of eggplant purple.  Strand Therapist got married last weekend and was not able to do work her magic... well, someone asked me what color my hair is "supposed" to be yesterday.  It has become an absolute priority that I receive strand TLC this weekend.  One of these days I will let it grow out and be natural, but I'm just not ready to put 10 years on my face, at the age of 30, just because of my hair color.  Vain, I know. Lord, please forgive me.

We set up our tree last night and I completely forgot to take a picture of it. I'm thinking I might take pictures with Monkey next to it and maybe that will be our Christmas Card photo.  Speaking of which, I REALLY need to get cracking on that!!  I'll post a picture tomorrow.

*Sigh.  I don't remember if I told y'all or not but I was diagnose with Mono a few weeks ago. It was on the heels of three Strep cases and I have officially been sick now for close to 2.5 months. I am exhausted. I am sleep deprived, tired, worn out, and so unmotivated to do ANYTHING that it makes me want to cry. Seriously, I don't think I've spent more than 5 minutes on makeup for weeks and quite frankly, I don't remember the last time I did that.  I'm sure it will pass but I'm going to call my doctor today. My tonsils are so swollen all the time that if I lay a certain way on my pillow, the damn things somewhat block my airway. can we say: So. NOT. Cool. ?  Aside from being tired of being tired, I'm also tired of being in pain all the time.  So, a phone call and finding out what my options are is in order. Wish me luck. 

My lack of motivation has not impaired my eye though. And that "eye" has been on this baby here:

It's the Tarte Jewelry Box 2010 palette.  16 shimmer colors, and 16 matte colors. Hello! No one does that!!  That's why this one is super awesome.

Ok...I'm gonna call the doc now. My throat hurts. :( 

Hope y'all have a wonderful day and remember:  there is always, always, always something to be thankful for.

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Generation Y

While going through some news this morning, using various avenues of clicking, something caught my eye and immediately alarmed me.  Teen girls getting pregnant to score auditions for reality Teen Pregnancy shows.

WHAT THE F!@# ARE THEY THINKING?  And WHERE are their parents in this?!!! 

Has our society REALLY gone THAT far off the deep end?  The answer is: yes. Yes, it has.  I may or may not have mentioned in a previous post (and I'm too lazy to go back and search for it...I'll explain later) that my generation and I believe this can be said for future generations, if the madness does not stop, that we are an "entitled" generation. We believe (I use "we" loosely of course as many of my friends and I do not think like this...) that we are entitled to special treatment. This entitlement is seen more in our children's generation...but it started with us.  These kids are asking teachers why they aren't being PAID (!!!) to go to school since they are "forced" to be there.  Are you serious?  Geez Louise!!  Bad grades are being REWARDED with shopping sprees, new gadgets...the best of everything. 

I will have no part in my son growing up to be an entitled brat. Yeah that's right. I said it. A freaking brat.  His grades will be rewarded as I see fit.  Pull good grades and I won't ground you until the following year...how's that?  Be polite and respectful to your teachers and other students and I won't yank your butt off of every extracurricular activity you are currently in.  See. This is what gets me.  Bullies. I WILL NOT TOLERATE MY SON BULLYING ANOTHER PERSON BE IT STUDENT OR OTHERWISE.

I know what it feels like to be bullied. I'd have liked to kick the teeth down that chicks throat for telling me my voice grated on her last nerves (and I don't have an abnormal or irritating voice) and to shut up so she didn't have to listen to me in the 5th grade. But I didn't. My self esteem suffered.  I know better NOW. If you don't like my voice, leave. Simple solution to a ridiculous problem.  Kids think they are so cool with their latest model shoes and expensive clothes.  LOL  The joke is on them. They're only as cool as their parents allow them to be.  I'm not saying that I'm gonna dress my son in rags and look like PigPen when he goes to school...but let me find out that he is being a bully at school and picking on some other less fortunate child for their lack of finer threads.  Believe you me.  He will regret it to the inth degree.  I will personally pack up every shred of finer thread he has and give it to that other child. And then I will take him to the Salvation Army or some other second hand store and let him know what it feels like to be teased.  Tell me son, how "cool" are you now?  Teasing a child because they do not have the best of everything is unacceptable to me.  You should not tease the less fortunate.  God has a funny way of switching roles on people...

Eh. Might not go THAT far (taking away all his clothes), but I am choosing to raise my son to know that he has choices in life and that he will have to live with the consequences of his actions. Go to school and get an education so that you can be a productive, contributing member of society with a shot at having what you want in life, or drop out and make life that much harder because you don't have an education.  (***NOT graduating high school is NOT an option in my house.***)  Becoming pregnant just so you can score an AUDITION isn't either. I'm just saying.  I'm a firm believer that parents need to get a grip on bringing up their children and make some more effort to instill good morals and values.  Be a PARENT to your child, not their FRIEND.  Sure. You can teach them that having the finer things in life is good. But teach them that they must work hard to obtain those things.  Nothing worth having ever comes free.

Catch-up...

Hey there, hi there. Lots o' stuff to skim over today...

Some good news came in the form of my credit score the other day. Since I've backed off my credit card (as in I don't even carry that m-effer with me anymore) and brought the maxed high balance down from the brink of insanity, my credit score went up 20 points. FAN-FLIPPIN'-TASTIC!!!!  You may or may not have any idea how much this pleases me. :)

Currently: I am smelling the yummy goodness that is "My Dear Watson" in my Scentsy warmer. No kidding it makes me want to climb into the cutest man's clothing that I can find...with him still in them drool all over my desk.  LOL  The scent is described as "Refreshing bergamot contrasted with mint, cedar, and suede. Sophisticated and smart."  I assure you, it's all it's cracked up to be. LOL

There is a twitch in my left eye lid. It's driving me nuts.

On Saturday night, I went hog hunting with my dad, cousin, and uncle. It was so flippin' fun!!!  I unloaded my rifle three times and shot many.  There were a few of us out there and we actually killed a couple, but with so many rifles, it was hard to tell who actually got them.

**Disclaimer: before y'all get all up in arms about hunting and killing animals, let me tell you about these hogs. They are nothing short of disgusting menaces to the farmers and land that they live on. They root around and tear up crops costing the farmers money, and have even been known to eat a calf as it's being born. So yeah. I've got no problems hunting those suckers.  Besides. It feeds the buzzards.   ;)

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Who DOES this?

Hair ART?      Hair FIASCO?      HAIR FAILURE!!!!!

The bag of miracles and the flavor of love.

I carry my make up bag in my back pack that I take to work with me everyday.  Some days it gets used, and others I could care less that it's in there.  But, as I've stated before, I am always curious as to what's in that bag so I'll show you mine, if you show me yours!

I carry a mirror (the purple thing under the Ammo palette), Urban Decay Ammo, that's a Mary Kay quad compact (with Optic, Tulle, Snap, and Trendsetter), Bare Escentuals Mineral Veil, Bare Escentuals Mineral Foundation in medium, Bare Escentuals face duo.  There's some Loreal Studio Secrets "face fixer" as I like to call it, in green, because green concealer tones down redness. A sample size of Benefit Garden of Good & Eva perfume (I like it), Clinique High Impact mascara and Loreal Voluminous mascara. Between the two I have decided that I will always be a fan of Clinique's WAY more than Loreal's. Brushes...  A sharpener with a ponytail holder around it 'cause if that thing comes open in your bag it is a high holy mess... Nail clippers. Clinique lipstick in Raspberry Glace. NYX glosses in Brilliant (pink one) and Chestnut. Urban Decay Primer Potion in Eden (love this stuff!!!), ULTA brand eye shadows in Yogurt and Twinkle, MAC eye shadows in Swiss Chocolate and Nehru, tweezers for that unruly brow... Garnier Anti-Puff Eye Roller for those REALLY bad mornings. LOL  Eyeliners: Clinique's Cream Shaper in Chocolate Lustre ** this is credited to Mrs. Adventure as she got me hooked on this one!!** and Urban Decay's 24/7 Glide On Eye Pencil in Zero.  LOVE that liner!!!  Last but not least, MAC lip pencil in Spice.

This is constantly changing but that's the concoction today. :)

Now, the flavor of love has many possibilities. Mine is currently in a state of vanilla. Kinda boring and a little dull.  I have told y'all that I joined eHarmony.  It's going ok. Most recently I have been corresponding with a guy who lives in Floresville.  He's only got one picture up on his profile but it's a good one and he's attractive. This week we have sent a few messages back and forth and I like what I read.  I sent him two lengthy replies recently and haven't heard back from him yet...probably thinks I'm Miss Run-My-Face-All-The-Time...LOL.  I can be I suppose.  I'm just as content just breathing though.  I'm always super anxious to hear from him.  He's had family staying with him this week through today so maybe our conversations will pick up some.  Pssh! Who knows. All I know is that I am very interested in him and finding out more about him and seeing where this goes.  I'm not the best at being patient.  This suspense is positively killing me....  :)  Wish me luck and say a prayer.

In other news, Monkey got his first haircut...  It's taken me a whole minute not to absolutely hate it and resent my mother but the time for fury has passed and I am MUCH calmer. Let me explain.

As we were coming home from the wedding in Houston, my throat started to feel very sore and achy.  The next morning, I took myself to the doctor where they confirmed that I had Strep Throat, again...for the SECOND time this month.  I got some more antibiotics and some cough syrup with codeine in it.  I went home, dosed myself with my prescriptions and fell asleep on the love seat for a nap. 4 hours later I got up and took my butt to bed. Mom gave Monkey a bath and cleaned him up.  (A 4 hour nap is NOT normal for me. When I have something like Strep, mom and dad usually step up to the plate and help take care of Monkey. As much as it pains me to do it, I try and stay away from Monkey and have as little contact with him as possible. We got lucky both times I have had Strep that he did not contract it.  The Lord works in mysterious ways...)  Well, after his bath, she said he was sitting there being so good so she took that opportunity to cut his hair.

Meanwhile, as I said, I was feeling like this:

and laid up in bed, trying to break my fever (and we all know how fun THAT can be), and thinking the world was coming to and end it was starting with my throat. The next morning I got up and went to the kitchen to make Monkey a sippy cup...when I came back, I realized his hair was cut. I was FEE-YORIOUS!!!  I could not believe my mother had done such a thing, such a BIG thing as a first haircut, without me present.  In her defense, I did tell her that I wanted her to cut his hair...like, a month and a half ago!!!!!  Since then I have decided that maybe I only wanted it trimmed since winter is getting here and I wanted him to have a little more hair on his head for warmth.  UGH!!!!  She didn't know that part.  But still.  I wanted to be there. And the SHOCK of seeing him without all those curls made my stomach lurch a bit.  Now, he is beginning to look a little more like my Monkey in my mind's eye. Just taking the curls off dramatically changed his look.  But I love him either way and am almost, ALMOST, relieved it's just over with.  It was seriously stressing me out knowing he needed a haircut and me not being able to bring myself to get him one. LOL

How is everyone doing?  Hope all is well!

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