There is something you should know...

There is something you should know...

It's been almost 3 years since my last post.

There is something you should know...

I am offically an Auburn University Alum.

There is something you should know...

I never owned my dream fish...Harriet Tubman and Rosa Parks.

There is something you should know...

In the past 3 years, I have owned 9 fish -- not all at the same time -- and only 1 remains.

There is something you should know...

I was blessed with the fish Mister Exquiset, a beta.

August 3rd, my beloved.

Small, Medium, and Large, the family.

Easy Tiger, my Auburn Tiger.

Another fish, whose name I can't spell.

More recently, Chop and Suey, twin red fishes, but only my looks, not by weight.

There is something you should know...

I started off with fish again, because I felt it was only fitting. I like when things come full circle.

There is something you should know...

I need to talk to you about Chop and Suey. I was excited to be a fish parent again...There is nothing I love more than nurturing my own. Chop and Suey came orginally as nameless fish. I like to wait until something really proves it to me...

After purchasing my fish, I followed the very specific instructions that my local pet store employee gave me. I let the bag sit in the tank for about 15 minutes, so as to let the fish adapt to the temperature of my tank water. 15 minute later, I go to introduce my fish to their new home. There home, was located approximately 7ish feet from the ground. It seems that one -- Suey -- was especially uneasy about his transition. As I went to release him into his abode, he suddlenly had a whole body spazm and jumped the 7ish feel (between 20-60 fish feet) to his death. I screamed. So as to not loose Chop too, I hollered and yell pains of death toward my mother. Approximately 1 minute later, she came running and we were able to resucitate Suey back to life and smoothly transition him into his home. He was under suicide alert for the next 5-7 days. Thus, his name became Suey, because he was suicidal. To maintain Suey's dignity, I played it off as a joke and named is brother, Chop. Therefore, when mentioned together...it wouldn't seem as dark and morbid.

There is something you should know...

Suey is now dead. It happened about 2 weeks ago. During my house sitting job, he felt the need to take his own life beneath the Bonsai tree.

There is something you should know...

It may seem that I have become the equivalent of a cat lady, except for with fish. But, you would be wrong in that assumption. I think I have made my final attempt with fish.

There is something you should know...

I'm back.

Harriet Tubman and Rosa Parks

This picture is a witness to my life.

Currently, I have to live each moment and take each second with a forced smile.

This weekend, something tradgic happened.

I, Natasha, left behind in Hoover the 2 loves of my lives.

The two women of my wombs, who spoke myriads of love to me.

Let me start at the beginning.

I need a pet.

I'm a lonely soul.

I'm a nurturer and a loving companion and since, no one of the male race notices this, I must look for other outlets.

I occurred to me that I need a pet. I no longer have my beloved, God rest her soul, Freide. I come home to a bed of lies about life. I need a pet. So, my decision? A fish. Not just any fish, a fish that speaks to my heart. I already decided to name it Harriet Tubman and Rosa Parks.

Well the journey began back in October when I went home to visit my family. I decided that would be the weekend to make my lonely heart whole. It started Saturday and I took Rebecca with me to go "fish shopping" to put it ever so pettily. But, it was more like shopping for my other half. Basically, shopping for all the qualities I look for in a guy, but only in a fish. Ha. Go figure.

So, we go to some pet store on Lakeshore. We get momentarily distracted by the dogs, then I think to myself "eye on the prize." I find my way to the fishes, which by the way, don't even look appealing. I cry out in the store (literally) Harriet where are you!?

No answer.

Worst 30 seconds of my life.

Feeling a little depressed and even more so lonely, I exit the building.

Rebecca says, "Natasha, I know this fish store in Hoover, lets go there!!"

Reluctantly depressed, I enthusiasticly respond okay.

I decide during the car ride that I need to speak to only my favorite male at Auburn, Brett. I call him up because we are friends and he has a fish and I needed to seek his guidance about how to respond to that feeling of rejection. His fish, blackie, lives in a rather dirty home, but he speaks to me. We bond.

We get to the store and this store is soooo much prettier, beautiful tanks and vivid fish everywhere. I found nemo and dory and I was excited...Dory forgot my name within moments and started spouting out something like "p.sherman and wallaby Lane." She was being sketch.

So, again...I'm walking about calling out loud for Harriet. Suddenly, a fish from the second level tanks cries out my name!! She said "Natasha, it's mee...Rosa!!" Oh my bob, I was so excited!! I responded "Hi Rosa, I'm Natasha!!" I found her. The love of my life...A vivid fushia pink fish became Rosa Parks.

Now, next was Harriet.

Harriet was a little harder to find, but alas friend, it can be done. Calling out I found her and she was this lovely and refine white fish. I wanted her...the pair had been found. Rosa Parks and Harriet Tubman.

So, basically...I am so excited and talk to the man in the front who informs me that I can't get this fish without buying a tank. You see...I just wanted fish bowl fish. He suggested going to the store next door and getting a beta. Ew.

I go next door and look at the Betas and I'm PISSED. This isn't what I want, I want a Harriet and a Rosa. I've done Betas...I've moved on. Brett likes to point out that my Beta died. Whatev.

Well, very frustrated..I'm like I'll go to Walmart and buy a tank and look at them and maybe I can buy a tank that's not to expensive. So, I go and suprisingly this Walmart has fish. I get excited and pick out a Harriet. Then, tears stream down my face. I can't just settle. I don't want a second string Harriet and Rosa. I leave Walmart and am just terribly upset.

Eventually, I came back to Auburn, lonely and in despair.

I call my parents and tell them my story and they inform me that I'm not responsible enough for a pet, especially a fish. Ha. Brett, when told this story agrees and pretty much tells me i'm an idiot because how would I transfer 2 fish from Birmingham to Auburn without killing them. Good point.

So, instead...I live a life of loneliness. Sometimes, when Brett and I walk to class from mass. We pass the pond outside of Foy. It's painful, but he always makes me stop and play and look at the fish. In his words, "lets me look at all the fish I'm too irresponsible to have."

The worst part, Rosa Parks just passed away and I don't have a fish to commemorate her. I'm the worse fan ever.

( the previous story is rather old, but part of my life. I think you should know).

All that to tell you this, sometimes my lonely self gets to talk to Blackie. Blackie's Brett's fish and when I am at his place I always talk to him. Sometimes even if it's just through the heart......

But, alas my friend, here I am and this past weekend before I left Auburn to come to Chicago (that will have to be a whole seperate blog). My roommate Rachael wanted a fish so bad for Christmas. Me and Meg being good roommates bought it for her and a tank to set it up with. Ohhh jealous Natasha was so jealous! I kept talking about Harriet and Rosa. Whatever it's fine...I'm a nurturer I need to fill my need to nurture. Goshhhhh!

The Roaring Dragon Card

Hi and Hello.

It's been 59 years.

I realize this is a problem.

The picture...we'll get to that. But, the title...I feel I need to reflect.

For those of you who don't know the me I know to the entirety. I heart the show Even Stevens. Even more impressive (or disturbingly), I can probably recite every episode in entirety or at least a huge hunk of it. Well alas my friend, since I've been at college, I rarely ever get to engage in that. And when I say rarely ever, I mean never.

So, in my own personal life, I try and relate everyday things to it to make me laugh. Because dear Willy, that show makes me laugh.

I lucked out.

This semester, every tuesday and thursday, I get to reminisce upon the show. Okay, maybe it's by myself, but nonetheless. I love it.

Okay, relation to the title.

The very first episode of Even Stevens is entitle the Roaring Dragon Card. Okay, this might sound a bit lame, but a the time of this first episode, Pokemon was at the peak of it's life. Thus, Louis, the main character, is trying to get this roaring dragon card. A guy has it and he has to trade a date with his sister for the card. Long story short that doesn't relate still...at the beginning, there is a teacher who is this old man and he's talking about history and he has this whole monotoned old man voice.

I think it's my Agronomy teacher.

All that story to relate to my one and only Agronomy teacher. That's right, I said it...the study of dirt. His name is J.Odom. He is the most straight-laced, monotoned, Ben Stein talking fool I have ever seen. He is so serious about dirt. When he does try to crack a joke he'll say something along the lines of "By the way, if you happen to find a moon rock that we've been searching for for years...let us know." or "By the way, if your planning on trying to excavate Funchess Hall, let us know, we'd like to leave the building." or something equally lame and I'm about the only person in the class of like 12 that laughs.

Oh agronomy.

Okay, so the picture, it relates to well duh...football season. I think this might be a sin to say, but football is so boring to me. I struggle at the football games and if it wasn't for my bestest friend Meghan standing on the right, I wouldn't make it through them. Actually, Laura-loo who's pictured next to Meghan is on my page with me. I have picked up a few things in my year of football training and nearing my 2nd year at Auburn, like dropping the ball is bad. I've also learned that catching the ball is goood, interscepting the ball is good, touchdowns = fight song. I've actually sort-of picked up the downs to the game, but I get to ADD. I just have to start people watching instead. I'm a freak. Instead, i do things like this to pass my time.

So, in the time that I've known you, I got a job down here in Auburn. Only quick enough to quit the job. My last day is September 23, 2005. I work at a Day Care. It's a very fine institution, but it wasn't and isn't very well organized, the first 2 weeks there were outta control. I got put in a room of 19 three year olds with no help and if I had help, they weren't help. After the second week, I realized that I wasn't doing well in my school life because I was tired all the time. I also realized that it was way too stressful. Thus, I put in my 2 weeks notice.

Although it's been a crazy and chaotic experience, now that i'll have been with thes 19 monkeys for almost a month. I am going to miss them. They were terrible at first, but they straightened up. I've really really worked on them with listening and following directions. It's amazing. I'm proud.

Something struck me when I was leaving on Friday. I walked by a classroom and ever so casually posted on the wall was a typed piece of paper that contained this enscription

"You child has been exposed to strep throat"

I felt like the Orgeon Trail. You child has been exposed to Malaria and Indians want to trade you hay for them. I laughed to myself and then realized this joint is tricked out with cameras everywhere so someone somewhere, saw me entertain myself.

This semester has been extremely busy, I'm on a retreat team, the Catholic College Student Oraganization's Council, I have made a new friend (only one though), it's just been busy. Classes are extremely hard and I have in an intensity of a test on Tuesday. Ew.

So, i don't know what to say, I feel like since I've been busy, my blogs are more like updates instead of entertainment and I understand that it is frusterating. I apologize profusely.

Hey son. Have a glorious day.

Frieda Love, oh Frieda Love.

So, I'm not gonna lie to you when I say that this blog is going to be a remniscent and touching blog. It's really not gonna be very entertaining. But, I'm going to look out upon our loving dog with touched memories and a changed life.

Frieda (really spelt Friede) aka..the love of my life, she passed away sometime between last night and this morning. Probably the most horriblest news I could ever get from someone. The above picture date from about late July of this summer. My mom entitled it "Natasha and hallelujah Frieda." I look a little creepy and we can get past that hopefully. The title of the blog is a little song that went a something like this..."Frieda love, oh Friede, I need you baby how I need your love." Occasionally I broke out in chorus singing this plea to her. Along with many other songs.

I'll start at the beginning. Althought I don't have pictures of my precious pooch as a baby on my 'puter(which she was precious). I'll recap my fondness. Basically, she was the cutest little black cuddly dog ever and just so sweet. When we got her around when I was in 3rd grade, my mother (aka...Bobsled) was learning German (I really don't know why). But, anyways, Frieda was just so sweet and peaceful, so thus, Frieda in German means peaceful.

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Then, she developed a voice. This shrill harsh voice that barked at the slightest movement of a leaf, yet the voice of an angel when she sang with the piano. She quickly became my sunshine. I learned through an outside source in grade school that if you talked to you dog before you went to bed about what you were scared of, you wouldn't have bad dreams about it. So, I decided what better way to practice this "hypothesis" then with my princess. Friede slept with me in the earlier years, until I ruined to many bedspreads with her dirtiness. Then she was forbidden. So, Friede would lay by me and I would pet her and tell her the things that scared me. It worked. I never had bad dreams when I did that.

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Sometimes Frieda and I played Polly Pockets together, but don't worry, she never put up a fight when I wanted to be the mermaid princess. She always shared. Frieda failed obedience school. We were told she didn't want to listen to anyone but her family. So, I took it to myself to teach her to sit, lay, shake, hi-five, dance, turn around, and catch things from off her nose (sometimes that was a flop when she figured out if she just slightly moved her head, the food would fall to the ground and then she really didn't have to work). But, she was a smart cookie. So smart.

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Frieda love to hate water. She loved to drink it, but when it came to baths, sprinklers, rain, she was violently against. For example, one day before I was even in high school, I was walking her. We were walking walking on one side of the road and right before we got to this house, the sprinklers went on. Friede pulled me to the other side of the road and we walked on that side until we passed that house and it was safe to return to the other side safely.

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Friede had another few fears, tornado sirens, thunder and fireworks. Bad weather never worked for her. She disapproved. Holidays similar to the Fourth of July and New Years. She would shake and shake when fireworks and thunder would go off. We would come in from the lake and find her sitting in a bathroom or in a kitchen cabinet.

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In the past few years, her health was getting a little weaker due to age. A few years ago she got bladder stones and had to have surgery. She had to wear a cone on her head. The saddest/funniest thing I've ever seen. It was sad because she was so embarrassed, but it was kind-of funny when she was trying to walk through doorways and wouldn't estimate it for her head cone. and would run into the wall. She also had a few moments of running full force "out the door" because she didn't see the screened in door. Moments of joy.

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As she got older, she got pampered. She got one year a nice fleece coat from Landsend. It went on her back and velcroed around her stomach. We would put it on her and she would just freeze and not move, and when she did she would walk all funny. She was also notorious for laying like sphink.

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This summer was hard, because she struggled to enjoy things the way she used to. She became sick and we found out she was diabetic. Thus, we had to give her insulin shots which was terrible. She also started having to wear diapers (which was another one of those funny and sad moments). This past week I was lucky enough to see her before she passed. I happened to come home one night to see a concert (which ended up being sold out). I will spare the saddest details, but a once hearty and healthy dog was very worn and fragile looking. Immediately upon seeing her, I cried. I knew her days were limited, but I know even more so, that she lived a great life and left me with so many memories with my best friend.

Frieda love, oh Frieda love. I need you, oh how I need your love.

I broke my pinky and now I'm bedridden...

I don't think anythink could be any more embarrassing and this blog is pretty embarrassing so there...poultry for entertainment. Back off.

So, I didn't break my pinky. It was a lie. I'm a liar. But, I did think it was funny to say that and then say I'm bedridden. Is that even a word? Bedridden? What the beep...it is now.

Although I haven't broken a pinky, I have broken my life.

It all started this past Friday. It was a lovely day, my first day in my new apartment. The sun was shining and it was glorious. But, then...I realized that my throat was feeling a bit funky. But not only funky like...hey your gonna get sick! But, reminesent of the mono type of funky. It was all swollen and I couldn't swallow.

Now, by no means am I claiming to have mono, but I can't remember a time when it felt like this besides mono.

So, my "go get a bandaid" dad solution? Natasha, just wait it out. Evening came and morning followed...

the second day.

So, the second day, I wake up...how's about that. The swolleness has decreased and now my throat just sucks. It feels like sandpaper and is making me miserable. Hurray.

I start suffering from symptoms of Menopause.

I had to go home on Saturday for the swim team banquet. I drove home and was like hot flashing. I had the air in my car on 70 degrees blowing at 5 speed. You do that math.

Anyways, the hot flashes continue. All throughout the banquet I'm like sweaty and nervous. Gross I know. I was like really nervous about getting up and giving my "speech" and being the center of attention....that's not really like me.

Anyways, evening came, morning followed...

the third day.

Sunday, nothing really to report, the throat was in full sickness swing. Dad still refuses to get me medicine. I think I have menopause. I went to church that evening at by that time I'm struggling to talk. People think I hit puberty as my voice is cracking and my voice is developing a deep manly rasp. That night, I wake up to some painful coughs that weren't very productive and I'm sweating and wondering why I'm dying so painfully.

Evening came, morning followed...

the fourth day.

Monday, feeling like death on a stick. I woke up relatively early and soaked my woes in a bath. Following, I went to Wal-mart. I buy cold medicine and a thermometer since I'm walking around Wal-mart literally sweating and feeling the pains of menopause.

I come home and without going into further detail, lets just say my lady friend decided "Hey, Natasha loves company and since she's not feeling well, let's just hit her full speed and drop her loving time upon her." Exact quote.

Needless to say, i was feeling a bit rough.

So, last night I developed congestion and I struggled in my sleep. I woke up and had to blow my nose like a billion times and woke up coughing about a billion more.

Evening came and morning followed,

the fifth day.

So, my lady friend cheated me and decided today she would hit me hard, leaving me in so much pain. I woke up in a distress. Deciding that the only way to fight this is bath (my weakness) so I relax and try to soak away my pains. Unfortunately now, I still suffer.

Could I be a little more dramatic?

Let the rain fall down...

Anways, that's my life. I'm just being a baby, but I'm a tough cookie.

You...be good.

I'll be back because....

You are my fire. My one desire. Believe when I say, that I want it that way.

"He used to feed us pizza and now he don't."

Birthday Bonanza

So, as you are wondering to yourself, "Why is that freak show wearing a crown? and "Who is that strange man in the picture?" I will jump to answer since I already knew your questions. I think that makes me a psycho. Whatev.

That's me and my daddy last Thursday, the day after my 19th birthday (which was Aug. 3). We were having a little family celebration. Whatev. it's fine! To which my sister Francesca gave me the most amazing shirt. Notice it. Look closer. It says "Mrs. Weatherbug!" That's right! I'm famous. Whatever. People from all over are going to want this shirt. It's fine. I'm popular. Just kidding. Really. Gosh.

So. I've become like the worst ever blogger ever. It's been like 5 years since I've updated. But, what can I say. I have been running around like a mad woman.

In this time, I have.

Finished the swim season. Whoooo! Last weekend in July. We had the big weekend long swim meet for the top swimmers in our county. It's fun, yet sort of boring at the same time. Although, it is truely fun to watch because there are so many freakin talented kids. It's awesome!

okay. Then last week, I was helping Rebecca with her youth group deal. I think officially in my head I am right-hand man to the youth leader. But, I think in real life, I am the lowly sister who becomes the slave. Something like that. We did Habitat for Humanity on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Now I know this seems like your typical youth group outing, but Tuesday seemed to be the exception on Day 1.

It all started out hunky dory. We all gathered in the bus. Played the name game. Drove on the interstate. Jammed out to some funky classic rock. I gave a personal concert of Shania Twain and a lil' Backstreet Boys.

We get there and meet the guy whose in charge of us. We'll call him "Walter." He was not ready for us and was very disfunctional. Rebecca and I got the job of....holding ladders. Wait wait. Let me show my enthusiasum some more. Wo. Anyways, we took our lunch break and everything was fine. We sat in the bus and all you heard was the chomping of our food. Funny thing about the bus. No one actually went out the normal swinging doors. We always went out the emergency exit. It's cool. After we ate, we spent the remainder of our lunch break pressing all the buttons on the bus. We had to figure out how to make the stop sign come out. We did. Don't worry.

Thus, Rebecca and I completed our day of ladder holding and we headed home. Do do do. We are driving the church bus and when this woman pressed the acclerator we got a concert of clicking noises. We pressed on being a tad concerned. We get on the interstate and are driving about 60 still dancing to the beat of the clicking. Bam! Smoke starts billowing out of our bus. Rebecca pulls over and all the kids run out of the bus, not using the emergency exit mind you. There was drama as we sat on the side of the interstate but, we pressed on.

Wednesday, Aug.3 equalled the greatest day of my life. My birthday. It was great. We worked habitat for humanity again and it was just a very productive year. Lots of people remembered my birthday and that's touching. Don't start tearing up...

That weekend we had the Senior Brunch for the graduated seniors. Rebecca and I sort of pulled the whole thing together and had plenty of food cooked. Wanna see?

Chef Boyardee

Now I might just get the worst sister award for posting that picture. Rebecca doesn't like it. But, I think it was very fitting.

Basically, since then...I've been packing for school proving me.

BACK IN AUBURN!

So basically, that's a way old picture. But whatever.

Wait. Back track. We need to rewind to the day of August 8. 2005. I got my first ever speeding ticket. Let me tell you a little story about it. So, basically I decide to be a good friend and visit my darling Matthew. His car was in the shop, so I was like oh, yea. I'll drive to the Pell City Wal-mart and pick him up from work. So, being the generous person I am, I do and we are on our way to his house. This street called 231. I've driven it before, several times but it isn't the path I take so normally. So, we are driving the 5 lane street. I honestly couldn't tell you the speed limit if you asked me, it's just not something I do, you know...pay attention. So, whatever....I'm driving along do do do. I notice this cop from the other side of the 5 LANE street turn around and go my direction and put on his lights. I'm thinking no way. But, then at the same time, I had no idea what the speed limit was. So, clearly he's after me. I pull over and do the whole I'm not a criminal turn on your overhead lights and hands on the wheel. Matt's in the car with me so my instinct to cry my freakin' eyes out are shot, thus are my plans to get out of it.

The police man was very nice and explained to me that he clocked me 55 in a 35. Whoops. Ps. did I mention that it's a 5 Lane street. Well apparently the speed limit is 45, but where he clocked me doing 55, the speed limit had just changed to 35 basically to catch innocents like me to fill their Pelly City needs. Whatev. But, he was really nice to me and asked me if it was my first ticket and if I was wanted for ax-murder. What? Yes! I mean no.

Anyways, he walks away for a while and all I can do is smile and laugh because I'm so nervous and I'm doing everything in my power not to cry. Matt is like I've never seen a cop be so nice to anyone, I don't think you are going to get a ticket.

The police man asked me if I was going back to Hoover, I'm thinking yes...I'm not from around here...common'! Let me off. Rather, he's thinking Hoover! Whooo! I struck gold let's suck all the money out of this poor college student!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.

Bam.

$130.

I hate my life.

Not really, but it was a low point.

Anyways, that was a long story with no point.

I'm back in auburn and well. I have the best apartment ever with the best girls ever. Move in day was a pain for like the first 30 minutes to and hour as me and my mom fight/disagree to where stuff belongs. But, after that...it rolled pretty okay. Rebecca helped out.

Hot Hair.

We cooked out first meals in it last night and watch One Tree Hill season 2 from 4pm-11pm. You do the math baby. 7 hours of the greatness I love. I must admit though...it was troubling to relive some of the moments.

I talked to Matt after spending my day watching the best show and he says to me. Are you satisfied with spending your day like that? My response!?! What are you kidding!?!

So like this is the worst blog ever. Hopefully, I'll be more frequent and better next time. I'm out of practice and I just felt like I should catch you up. Whatever...it's my job.

I'll be back soon and you stay outta trouble.

I'm starting with the man in the mirror.

"You have a tree growing out of your head....it's scary."

Unfortunately, I regret to inform you that the title of this post has nothing to do with today's post. Except for maybe the fact that sometimes, my hair looks like a tree growing out of my head and it's scary. Similarly, the picture has nothing to do with today's post except for maybe that it's scary and I have 17 chins. Whatev my friends. Whatev.

So, maybe I was dead. Wouldn't you like to know. But, I'm back. My past week was filled with drama, excitement, heat, and laughter.

I guess we'll start with drama. So, I had drama with my employeed assistant. Apparently unkind words were said about me to my brother, of all people, from my assistant. Of course, being the subdued brother that he is, he doesn't defend me, just tells me about it later. So, this wasn't the first time I had heard the lovely news, so I took the matter into my own hands.

Regardless of what you may think. I'm not really confrontational. And I can be man enough to admit, I'm more of a silent treatment girl. While I can admit that, I think that as I've gotten older, I've started to be more confrontational instead. But, you know. Anyways, I hate the confrontation. So, I have to say something to my assistant and I've worked it over so many times in my head. The moments comes and I'm like quivering like a leaf and like I won't make eye contact. I blubber out my words in a nervous train wreck and he offers his response.

Denial.

(not the river in Egypt)

All I could think of while he talked was that beloved scene from Finding Nemo. I wanted to become that shark who is trying to be "friends" with fishes, but in turn attacks and starts chasing Dory and Marlin. Unfortunately, did you see that face at the beginning of this post? I'm no monster. Instead I was gracious and kind, yet firm proving my point, regardless of his denial.

Next, the excitement and the heat play one in the two (or something like that). Last Monday, was the DIVISION 3W Championships of the Jefferson County Swim League. It was so hott!! We spent all day in the sun and at like 8 in the morning it was already close to 80 if not already over 80. It was a long and rigorious workout for me. I had to pace the pool deck run, run after swimmers, deal with the remains of a swimmer who was crying because of my assistant, comfort swimmers, challenge, and be a mom. All in a days work. Well, we had 30 swimmers show up for this swim meet. In numbers we probably had like the 4 or 5th place. Well, first place went to a team that had 86 swimmers, obviously. Second went to the team with 60 something swimmers. And what team took home that ginormous third place trophy with only 30 swimmers. That was us! Wooooo! It was exciting because I took home a trophy on my first year as coach. Hold the applause please.

So, laughter. I just stuck that in because I thought it would be funny. Go figure.

Although, this weekend I drove my hiney to Grayson, GA to see my lovely suitemate from last year. Her name is Laura. Well, we hung out and it was gravy and she is sincerly the cherry on my sundae. But yes, it was short and sweet, but so is she. Some of you might know her as my wife on facebook. It's fine...it's something we do. Right.

Well, basically, maybe shamefully we went and saw The Perfect Man. I really don't want to talk about it, but alas...I will. So, I really liked it. But, not like omgosh! This movie is my favorite movie ever. I am going to make a calendar that will count down the days that this work of art is on DVD. I will pitch camp at the nearest retailer the day before it's release. Hold posters of Hilary Duff and chant her songs. But, rather.

Let the rain fall down...

I will be honest. I laughed (the type of laugh where you thrust your head back and somehow wonder how it is still connected) at the extremely cheezy parts. But, I got emotional at some of the teeny-bopper drama. And then I laughed real laughs at other parts. But moral of the story. I wasn't really disappointed since I paid 1.99 to get into it.

Plus, I have my own opinions about Hilary Duff. I read some things about her that made me feel okay about her.

Anyways.

After I spent time with my wife, I had to pick up my mom from this Conference that she was on and visited my relatives. It's gravy. Whatev. I lived.

Sunday, I went to the Lifeteen mass and Lifeteen youth group with my darling highschoolers. They are good kids. I don't care what you think. My dearest friend Patty gave a fabulous testimony! It was good!!!!

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So, more currently. This morning I had an pleasant experience. I hate morning shows. They are crap. All talk and no music. We all know this. What makes it worse is that plainly, morning show talk hosts are not that entertaining. I do happen to like Beaner and Ken okay, but sometimes they talk the vulgar I care not to hear. I love the Christian music station for the most part, but they have a lot of ads and I'm not really fond of their morning show hosts at all. No offense to them. So, this morning...I didn't have any CDs in my car and I was stuck listening to the radio on my way to swim team. I listened to Marc and Mac on WDJC. This morning, this morning I actually laughed. I laughed with them and not the type of laugh that means I'm laughing because I'm still listening. You know, today marks July 25. In 5 months, we will be experiencing Christmas. They were talking about how hot it has been and tonight it was suppost to go down to 74. But, currently, according to my weatherbug which is stationed in Limbaugh Toyota in Birmingham, AL, it is 82 and it's 11:51. Not a pretty sight. But, anyways. They were like it's starting to get chilly and they started playing Let it Snow. I'm not gonna lie. As embarrassing as this is, I started dying laughing, maybe even driving off the road I was so entertained by this. They also played many other "classic" Christmas songs. It was just thrilling to me. I don't know why. The end of that pathetic story. I'm so glad I just wasted at least 5 minutes of you life telling you that.

After that I had a pretty busy day. I came home from swim team and met Rebecca. We went shopping for stuff for her Graduation Brunch for her graduating Seniors. That was a task. It seriously took us like an hour and half to pick out the color scheme and which plates should be which colors and whether the napkins would match the table cloths. Etc. But, all in a days work.

That was followed by lunch with her and Patty, a boy from youth group that I love! We went to Cheeburger Cheeburger and let me tell you this. This place is not hopping. The store was like totally empty. They place us right in front of the kitchen. To which, I'm sitting to eye zone range. There was this rather large, Hispanic lady? it was hard to tell (and I don't mean that in a mean way) STARING at me or at our table literally the entire meal. This I don't deal with well. I don't like people staring at me. It's not how I roll. It was uncomfortable....

After that we went bowling. It was rolling. Ha. okay. Basically, I'm not really that good. I would like throw it so light and some how manage to get a strike or spare or a gutter. Whatev.

I went to a bridal shower later and felt semi-uncomfortable seeing as I was definately the only person under the age of like 22. It was a tad bit awkward....

Haha. Then I hung out with Jason Eversull. He is my husband. It's fine. We always manage to go to like houseware stores together. We went to World Market, it's cool...whatever. Actually, that store is bumping. We got ice cream and then he drove me home. We sat in his car for like an hour talking about how corrupt this world is. We decided upon our marriage we will either live on an island alone with our children (especially if we have a girl) or to the desert in which we will arrange a marriage for our daughter to a cactus. What? at least it would be loyal.

On that note. I can't believe you read my boring life this far. I like you. It's true. You spin me right round baby right round.