In case you didn't get the memo, today is National Can't Get It Together Day.  The fact that it falls on a Monday is purely coincidence.  Can't Get It Together Day began this morning at approximately 5 a.m.  when I hit snooze for a solid hour before even considering getting out of bed.  It continued with me eventually (and begrudgingly) rolling out ( Read more... )

Warning:  if you are sick of reading about my broken heart,
Saturday, April 7 will mark the one year anniversary of my leaving him.  I'm still devastated, I still miss him, I still love him, I still have not even thought about another man, let alone moved on with anyone, I still cry just about every day, I still pray and hope for a miracle that ( Read more... )

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Last week was absolutely crazy, stressful and wonderful all at the same time!  (Sort of like being in love I guess.)  On Tuesday afternoon I got recruited to participate in an annual historical re-enactment.  It's called Magnolia Memories because it takes place in the beautiful and historic Magnolia Cemetery.  There are all sorts of people buried ( Read more... )

Tonight  and tomorrow night I will don a long hooded robe and sing a Celtic song in my best Scottish accent.  Seven times.  Each night.  I'll either appear as some mysterious, ethereal creature of the night, or perhaps the grim reaper.  I'm so excited that I get to be a part of something like this!  Please, please god let it be foggy!

I have to audition for someone this afternoon.  It's a Celtic music gig, and I am giddy because I almost NEVER get to do this kind of music in Louisiana.  Here's the thing...(Joey will be so jealous!)  it's in a CEMETERY!!  I even have to do the audition there.  This definitely tops the list of strangest things I've ever done.

So wish me luck...I

What's your idea of the perfect vacation?

I'm sitting at my desk this morning, minding my own business, eating peanut butter and a banana.  This mealy-mouthed mo-fo comes in with an invoice for me to sign and glances disapprovingly down at my jar of Jif and then over at my banana.

Mealy-mouthed mo-fo:  "Peanut butter and banana???"

Me: "I'm pregnant."  (Try saying that through a mouthful ( Read more... )

Because I had the week off that this one final shit storm Anna Nicole Smith managed to create was first televised, I've been following it like mad.  I'm not a fan of hers, but who can resist this train wreck ( Read more... )