I am officially 23.

I can never remember how old I am. I always always ALWAYS have to think about it for a second. Normally I answer that I am 21 without thinking about it. Then after a second I realize that that was wrong and now someone is walking away thinking that I am younger than what I really am. What do you do? What DO you do? (That's my homage to Ellen btw). You can't go running up to them and say "Wait! That was wrong. I'm really 23 or 45 (or however old you are at the time.) " That would be ridiculous and you would look like an idiot rather than a young person. So now, I am 23 and I just got the hang of tell ppl that I was 22. Now I am almost mid-20s. I can round up 23 to 25 and then I would be mid-20s. But you can round 25 to 30 and be 30 years old. Good gracious! I'm getting old!!! Normally I have really crappy crappy birthdays. Anything happens from having everyone at you sleepover crying about something, almost breaking a toe, or having your boyfriend break up with you right before it. It's my thing to have sucky birthdays. Maybe that's my tradition. But actually, I had a pretty good birthday this year. Andrew made me pancakes and cleaned out my closet and put my new (used) vanity in the closet. That was a chore in itself. My co-workers decorated my office and I had a fun Pokemon birthday party thrown by my VOCA kids. I enjoyed eating Sushi with Laura, Steph, and Andrew and then trying on Laura's fat clothes. Man I have to lose some weight. No more!!!!! The best part was just being with the people that I love and I know would drop anything to be there for me. AAANNDDD everything I am wearing today, excluding the underwear, are from Laura's fat clothes collection. Yay for argyle cardigans and yellow t-shirts!! Oh yeah, Andrew made me a strawberry cake with white icing and pink decorations. He made me a pink themed birthday cake! I didn't even think he would bake me a cake. I love him so much. I was so glad that my birthday came on his day off. What would a birthday be without my hubby to share it with?

What's that Smell?

What's that smell you smell from my carport? Oh yeah, it's the smell of laundry soap and fabric softener coming from my new (used) washer and dryer. How awesome is that!!??!! Let my explain where I am coming from. I do have a washer and dryer. They are smaller and very convenient. Except that due to the size of the old washer and dryer, Andrew's crap (clothes) are all over the place. The problem with him washing his clothes is that he isn't awake long enough to wash his clothes. With these new (used) washer and dryer, you could throw half of your clothes in one load and you are almost done. Y0u don't have to sit up for hours to get it done. Having a new (used) washer and dryer is very exciting. I can't wait until I get home from Dyersburg on Sunday and do my laundry. Yay Laundry!!!

Sleepy Sleepy Sle...zzzzzz

This blog is being written just because I am killing time at work. What killing time? What has it ever done to you? Because of this, this blog might be very interesting. Tonight I have a guy who is coming to do a pointless presentation for my caregivers. He is coming to talk about Health Insurance for ppl who make too much money for TennCare. Yes! These families do make too much money for TennCare but not enough for Cover Tn. I know that it is pointless to have a pointless presentation, but it's part of my job to offer different options for these wonderful people. I have to make a confession. Are you ready for it? My celebrity crush is Zac Efron. I know. He is 21 though. About once a year I start listening to his music (Hairspray and HSM3) a lot A LOT and start looking up his videos on Youtube. That time of the year is now. It has hit because his 17 Again preview plays constantly. I get to go home this weekend and I'm not sure how much longer I can wait until I see this movie and to "oooo" and "aahhh" over his pretty baby blues. I know that I am not alone is this crazy crush. Besides the millions of tweens and little kids that share these feelings with me, my sister likes him too. I'm not weirdly obsessed or anything. I'm not sleeping with his head on my pillowcase or walking around wearing his face on my t-shirt. I own no High School Musical paraphernalia. In all actuality, I didn't even like High School Musical 1 or 2. I like singing to those because in my opinion (any my opinion only) I sing way way WAY better than Vanessa Hudgens. She is very nasal. When I'm in my car I sing really really really loud to drown her out. Now, before anyone gets any crazy ideas about me leaving Andrew for Zac, hold on. I love my husband very dearly. In fact, he sings very very well and also has beautiful baby blues. I don't even think Zac can play a guitar. Therefore, Andrew wins. It's not even a toss up. I just think that I have such a weakness for musicals. I also have crushes on Frank Sinatra, Harry Connick Jr, and Howard Keel, oh and don't forget Gene Kelley. It just happens that they don't make very many musicals anymore so my crush list is limited. Oh yeah, James Marsden. Maybe it's not really Zac I like. He just happens to be closer to my age. It makes my knees weak to see straight guys dance and sing. It also makes me weak to see guys lift their hands in worship. Maybe it's about seeing guys do things in public that most guys don't do. My friend (who shall remain nameless, but when she reads this she will know who I am talking about) has a thing for gay guys or questionable guys. Do I make fun of her for it? Why, of course I do! That's her thing. I like guys who can prance around and sing about how they are prancing around.

You can't resist this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tF3FWMqcJFM

Oh yeah, Zac does need a haircut. What is he thinking?

It's All Good!

Isn't it that movie Click where Adam Sandler has the remote control and he can rewind and fastfoward his life? Actually I have never seen the movie so I don't know if he can rewind. I would love to have one of those right now. Sunday morning my BamBam fell at his church where he pastors.


Note: BamBam is my mother's father, therefore my grandfather. I don't know where the name came from. My cousin came up with it and it has stuck.


Anyway, BamBam fell down and the deacons at his church picked him and put him in the van. When my Memaw called my mom and aunt, they freaked out and ran to the van, where my BamBam was clipping his fingernails. He's a trooper. To make a long story short, he fractured the bone right below his hip joint. The doctor's put two rods in his leg and after being in the hospital for 4 days, he is being transferred to the rehab wing and will be there for at least a week.

Monday: My house is disgusting. Andrew won't clean. I don't have time. Andrew still hadn't finished his paper. We were out of cereal, the power in the kitchen was out. It was just a frustrating morning. I went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror before I got into the shower. I had to smile a bit because as frustrated as I was, I was wearing Andrew's old t-shirt that says "It's All Good." This shirt is my favorite shirt to sleep in. Andrew thinks that I wear it because it is his. Nope! I wear it so that he won't wear it out in public. He bought it for Super Summer and it's a great shirt for that, but not for public use. Anyway. I looked at the shirt and it was a simple reminder that my BamBam is going to be okay, Andrew will finish his paper, and the house will get cleaned eventually.

Tuesday: I got the day off!!

Wednesday: I woke up to my phone ringing and it was my client informing me that her house caught on fire last night and they don't know if they have anything left to their name. Wow!! Is this week going great or what????

Sad Easter

I love Easter. I love everything about it. I love hearing people saying to one another "He is Risen!" I love that we have a day truly set aside to celebrate Jesus rising from the grave. I love the colors. I love the Easter egg hunts. I love dying eggs, and I love getting a new Easter dress. This Easter was much like the others. There were some differences though. I did get an Easter dress, but we didn't dye eggs. Andrew and I attended Dixie Hills Baptist Church, sang in the choir and headed home to Dyersburg for Easter/Birthday celebrations. I miss Hillcrest Baptist Church. That's what made my Easter a little bittersweet. I love my new church but nothing can replace that home church feeling. I miss seeing the people. We haven't been to a Sunday service at Hillcrest since the Sunday before our wedding. Lisa told me that the Women's Ensemble sang. They haven't sung since before Bro. Bobby got sick. I would have given my right arm (maybe my right pinkie) to have been there. I miss the elderly people coming up and saying hi and asking how we've been doing even though I couldn't even tell you their names. I miss everyone. Some weekend, I'm going to say "Forget you, Andrew, and your stupid 3rd shift job. I'm going to Dyersburg for the weekend." On our way to my house on Easter Sunday, I had a slight moment of insanity. I thought for a brief moment that I wouldn't mind living in Dyersburg so that I could see my family more. It would be nice not to have to divide our time between Andrew's and my home. I almost wish that they lived in different towns so that when we visit, we could spend the whole time with one family. When we have children, we will have to let each grandparent get a full day with the kids. I miss the comfortable feeling of home. Bolivar has become my home now and I love my new friends, my job, and complaining about my house. But the saying really is true "There's No Place Like Home."

Tuesday Night Fun!

I had such a wonderful time with Lindsey on Tuesday night. We sat and talked four about four hours. Today, my throat hurts and I'm exhausted. Catching up with an old friend is very tiring. I hope that I will be able to meet up with everyone else someday too.

Today is the day people. Actually, tomorrow is today. Does that make any sense? The count down is on for my new vehicle. Andrew is driving up to D-burg today to obtain the check from Mommy Dearest. Tomorrow is car shopping day. I have hope that I will get a great vehicle. Andrew can find me a Mercedes. I'm sure of it,haha!! I'm hoping for an SUV that gets great gas mileage (for an SUV). It would be wonderful to feel as if I have the power to push ppl off the road. Maybe I will take in the wonderful pastime of Muddin'. You never know.

F-R-I-D-A-Y

Yay! It's Friday!! List most people, I look forward to every Friday. The bad thing about Fridays though is that normally you don't want to work. Sometimes I feel as if I don't get anything accomplished-because I don't. I do enjoy Friday nights though. Sometimes I go to Jackson to hang out with Steph or Laura and sometimes I just stay at home and relax. The best thing about Friday night though is the sleeping. I can go to sleep when I feel like it (which is normally 10:30) and I can sleep as late as I want and I can cuddle with Andrew when he gets home. That's my favorite part. I feel like a get a treat on Saturday mornings because we get to sleep together for a few hours. It's almost like we get to cheat because he does work on Friday and Saturday night.
I am headed to Martin tonight. I have to confess that I hate visiting Martin. It sucks that I have such hard feeling towards Martin and while I have a lot of good memories there, the bad out weigh the good. I am going to Sara Coleman's lingerie shower. I'm hoping that I have fun, and while I like Sara, I don't really like some of the girls who are going. I hope they don't make me feel uncool because I'm not a size 4 or I don't pretend to be friends with someone that I don't really like. Here's a tip: If you don't care about how I'm doing or what I'm doing and we never really liked each other before...don't act like your my best friend when I see you. DUH! I hate the fakeness of it all. I am a genuinely nice person and I truely care about people that I don't see very much-but only if you are nice. I have to drive 2 hours there and 2 hours back tonight. That's loyalty for ya. Andrew is Sara's fiance's best man. Michael Holland also asked Andrew to be in his wedding. That is so awesome and I'm really excited for him! Andrew is really beating me with the whole groomsman thing. The only wedding that I have been in was my own. Wait, I have been a guest book attendant 3 times. Wow! I'm a pro. I'm not tttoooo bitter about no one liking me enough to ask me to be a bridesmaid. Maybe a little bitter. That's okay, come Stephanie's wedding I am going to be the best bridesmaid ever. Just point me in the way of the train and I will carry it gladly!


In addition to:
Lindsey and I will be having dinner together Tuesday night at 6:00 at Chili's. I'm excited but nervous. I need prayers that night. I need people to pray that I won't bawl like a baby when I see her. I get teary eyed just thinking about it.