My momma told me to pick the very best one

I broke my toe :(

I've been sick since last Thursday and on Monday my kitty kat was meowing to get out on the back porch and me, being sick and not wanting to get up, hastily jumped up and smacked my pinky toe on my right foot right on the bar stool in my kitchen. O.k. so I stopped and just let the pain consume my whole body, and like usual it ended in about 30 seconds, UNTIL I WALKED AGAIN. Holy shit! I did not know why i had immense pain in my foot until I decided, via searching the internet, that i had actually fractured my toe.

This the first bone in my body that I've ever broke, and I have to say it isn't to bad, I mean I wouldn't wish it upon someone, but it isn't like how I imagined a broken bone would be. If I had to have a broken bone, I would have chosen this one.

Procrastination is something that happens to me very often, and it really makes me appreciate it when I do that thing I'm supposed to do not at the last minute.

Depression is not something that comes over me very often, but when it does, it really makes me appreciate that it is a very seldom emotion.

gambling

So... I went to the TN Lottery website and did a little research on the scratch card games that still have unclaimed prizes. It tells you how many per amount of money. I wrote down the ones that seemed good and off I went with my highlighted list to the nearest, most deserted (I'm still a closet gambler) gas station and ordered myself up 7, one dollar tickets of Tennessee's finest. I won 25 dollars :). Of that 25 dollars I won 21 off of just one ticket. I was instantly excited (no pun intended).

Money, money, money.. I've never had a lot of it, but I dream about what i would do with it if I did somehow come across a huge lump sum just for me. I would pay off all my bills, give to my family and friends, yada yada yada (<-----for emily)... but here is a list of things that maybe you wouldn't expect me to do with my money:

• I would so get a tanning bed package and splurge on that cool ass hemp tanning lotion
• I would go to the nearest Walgreens and buy every bit of makeup that my little heart desired.
• I would fly first class, ahhh the reclining seats and the sparkling water, what a treat, then I would get up and trade my seat with the first person I saw fit.
• I would buy my sister a lifetime of insurance (plus lots, lots, more depending upon the amount of money).
• A Horse and a farm would be next on my purchase list, of course that would mean that I would have to tend to the farm, so maybe I would just buy a horse and pay to keep it somewhere on someone else's farm.
• I'd get my damn windows tinted on my VW b/c B Rizzle always has ALWAYS wanted me to do that.
• I'd get porcelain veneers (sp?), and smile so much that it would hurt my face.
• oh, duh, i'd quit my job.
• I'd buy Jack Super Bowl Tickets for the rest of his life (plus all of those really cool DVD's that have all of the past super bowls on them).
• I'd also buy Jack a date with Warren Haynes.
• I would invest a lot of the money to secure that I don't blow it all on Super Bowl Tickets and Hemp tanning lotion.
• I'd get my hair did (like Emily).
• I'd go to Hollywood.
• I'd start up my own photography business, while I was attending school for photography full time because I quit my job.
• No friend of mine would be without a vehicle, working computer, and I would make sure that they never ever wore an outfit that was last season.
• I'd go into the most expensive clothing stores, look at the price tags and run screaming to T.J. Maxx, where you can get 10 outfits to their one silk blouse.
• I would pay to lunch with Oprah.

Umm, that is all i can think of now. Here is to TN and its kick ass lottery. cheers ;)

rambling

My how time flys....

Since I've been living paycheck to paycheck, the years are flying bye. I can not believe that it is already February. I also can't believe that my one year anniversary to my BF is coming up. March 1st will be our one year anniversary (we weren't actually sure of the date). The Bush Twins are 23 years old now, It seems like yesterday that they were getting busted for buying beer at a skanky Texas bar (or was it a gas station?).

It is scary. All my life people have told me "The older you get, the faster time flys bye (is it bye or by?)", well, unfortunately they were right. Every day I'm just a little wiser, but every day I also notice more and more wrinkles. I will admit, I'm scared as hell to get old, not because of the way I will look, but because my ass don't wanna die. I value, VALUE my life. Why do I freak out about health issues, because I LOVE MY LIFE. Why do I freak out when I'm in the back seat of a car when my BFF B Bell is driving, because I LOVE MY LIFE. Why do I drive drunk, because I'm DUMB, but it doesn't mean I don't LOVE MY LIFE. Why do I chose not to go skiing, Because, say it with me, I LOVE MY LIFE.

I can remember being about between about 7-9 and just stressing the fuck out about death. So, as much as I value my life, how come I don't try more to better it? Because I'm lazy, because I'm comfortable, because i just don't try hard enough. Well, that is all gonna change, I expect to be living fat within 20 years, whether it be because of the lottery or because my Photography business took off. I'm gonna be able to go on that Cancun Vacation and have it not cut into my grocery fund. I want that!

Wouldn't change a thing....

Somehow, I've made the transition from Junior Department to women's Department (and it had nothing to do with the size of my ass). I was never sure how this would happen and it was a concern for me. Let me tell you, it was very gradual or maybe that it is that I don't go shopping enough to know if it was abrupt.

However, I am now at the point that I would trade a mini skirt for a calf length skirt anyday. I like the classy look. I wanna say goodbye to the trashy look. I guess that comes along with being a 25 year old woman. WOW, I've never EVER called myself a woman before. When I was 15, a 25 year old was such an adult, but being a 25 year old, I still feel sometimes like a 15 year old. Funny how those things work out.

Some things that have changed over the last ten years, for me:

• The amount of sleep I require.
• BILLS, they went from an Insurance payment to a whole fuckin lot of em'.
• I can't sleep on the floor without feeling like my spine needs an entire adjustment.
• I have indigestion.
• I have a co-worker.
• I have a car payment.
• I get excited about a new pen.
• A multi-vitamin is a must.
• Boys have become men.
• My waistline.
• My friends.
• The way I view things.
• My vocabulary.
• I have now read more books than just Little House in the Big Woods.
• My eye sight.
• How alcohol effects me.
• I smoke.
• My relationship with my sister (believe it or not, at 15 I was still whoopin that ass).
• My relationship with my Mother. (She calls those years the "Where's my Baby" years.)
• I can no longer ride a bike without feeling like my pubic bone is bruised. (WHY!!!!!)
• Coffee, Oh Yes, 15 "Coffee is Gross", 25 "Coffee is without a doubt second to God".
• I don't drive a hatchback.
• I've been to Vegas, and reallly wanna go back.
• I've had an alcoholic binge hospital visit.
• My teeth :(

February 8, 2005

It starts today and you know what, I couldn't be more excited about it.

Why does that look creamy?

I love breakfast. Every morning when I get to work I cook me 2 soy sausage patties and top it off with All Fruit Jelly (strawberry being my favorite), then I either toast an english muffin, bread, or sometimes a waffle, mix it all together and you've got yourself a tasty ass breakfast! I ALWAYS get a skim Milk from Kroger and today was no different, exept that the milk that i bought was OLD. Old to me is expiring the day of, or the day before. In this case, my milk expired on 1/31/05 - today is 2/1/05! GRODY! I took one drink and could immediatly tell the difference. :( so today I ate my soy patties and waffle without my milk, and it just wasn't the same.

I'm a wierd one when it comes to expiration dates on food. I will not touch a piece of bread that is expired. Mold makes me wanna projectile vomit all over the place. I truly think that is why I can count the number of times I've puked on one hand.

However, recently I visited my sisters house brittney.typepad.com and I noticed a pan of Mexican cornbread laying on the table. I asked her BF if it was still good (a common question) he said yes, I put it in my mouth, started to chew, thought to myself that it tasted like dukey, but the whole time he was sitting there watching me and then as I started to swallow he said "Wait, I think it is bad" WHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTT, panic stricken I ran to the sink and washed out my mouth 1,000 times.

It was a terrible terrible thing. I luckily just put it out of my mind and have even since then had a piece of mexican cornbread, but it was No fun!