woe

The first week of school is over. In the first we I:
1) Was assigned to make a music video for my film class. My subject will be my friend Blake working out in the gym to the song "Holla back girl" by Gwen Stefani. I have to do a lot of fancy editing to make it look real so this should be interesting.
2) Could not find my way into the building I needed to get into to take my communications 1 class and ended up walking to 4 different entrences all marked with caution tape then finally giving up and asking a construction worker who managed to call me sweety 6 times before he gave me directions then tried to charge me $5 dollars for his services...I told him that my shoes getting dirty was enough payment.
3) Watched Casablanca in my movie appreciation class. Good movie...classic.
4)Went to the gym after my night class got out around 8pm and there was not ONE machine open, it was so packed. So I cried and stormed out to my car, followed by going to jake's to eat 3 peices of pizza and play wii while cursing the fat people with stupid new years resolutions that mess up my workout plan. I can't wait until they all give up.
5) Was saluted by a passing bicyclist while driving home.
6) Orderded and received the 3rd book in the Twilight saga and received two copies with some other person's name on it. Rather than return the misplaced quantity to Barnes and Noble, I am going to start mailing pictures to this man whose address is on the mailing slip. Pictures of me reading BOTH copies of his book. I really dont know what I am going to do, but I am going to become pen pals with...Jonathan G. of Atlanta. ;)


That is all I will say because the rest of what happened this weekend is so truly invovled and awfully awful and dramatic to the core that it might melt you faces. And I am only being dramatic...but serious. woe.
"I was gratified to be able to answer promptly, and I did. I said I didn't know." ~Mark Twain

Welcome to Con Air

When I was little I was really into Country Music Television. So naturally all the classic 90's songs are in my heart. Lately I have had Trisha Yearwood's "How do I live" stuck in my head. When I think of that song I think of the music video. When I think of the music video I think of how it was nothing but shots of trisha on an airfeild and clips from the movie Con Air. So I decided to watch Con Air after work tonight. I hopped over to the library which was open late and rented Con Air on nothing other than VHS. Haydee, my favorite library assistant due to her lack of facial expressions and voice tone inflection, checked me out with a judgemental-ness about her...just kidding, she was as serious as always. Side note: I stopped noticing that Haydee dosn't where her nametag anymore, so whenever I see her... naturally I think to myself, "hello, Haydee". But then I noticed her lack of nametag and thought to myself, "what if I said hello to her out loud? She would find it really odd that a strange red-head with an affinity for corny 90's flicks knows her name." But I digress.
Upon watching the movie I was confused and enchanted by it's serious dramatic flair interspersed with appearances by Dave Chappelle and a character whose name I would later find out to be "Sally can't dance".

Here are a couple of memorable quotes courtesy of IMDB.

Cameron Poe:"Hey! My mama lives in a trailer!"
Bedlam: "Make a move and the bunny gets it."
Cameron Poe: Put... the bunny... back... in the box.
Cameron Poe:[after killing Bedlam in self-defense, looking disappointed at Bedlam's corpse] Why couldn't you put the bunny back in the box?
Masterpeice? I think so...


ps: "The Bunny" in question...right here. I am not joking.

my dance dance revolution resolution

Today is new years day. My last full day in the lone star state. And probably the last time I will come here for a while seeing as how next time I visit leah and steve it will probably be in arkansas. but i will be happy to go back to work, not so happy to go back to school. It has been so nice to visit here and spend time with the kids and everyone. Currently Leah and Steve are on a day date, lunch and an afternoon movie. Gabby is down for a nap and I just made steven a delicious lunch of brontasoarus-shaped cheese sandwich particles, teddy grams, chocolate kisses and some soda. Now we are watching Cinderella. He really finds this movie hilarious and is enjoying his lunch. He actually ate every single bit! I will fatten this little boy up, yet! He almost made it to new years last night, falling asleep about 45 minutes too soon. Hopefully he takes a little nap on the couch today during our movie. Here are some pics of the kiddies. More later.

Gabby and Daddy dancing to christmas music^

Reading "the night before christmas"^

Once I get the camera out, Gabby says "cheeeeese" with this very serious look on her face^

The kids love their rocking chairs^

Gabby playing airplane^

Steven and his piggy bank from aunt cara^

Goof ball sitting in her doll stroller^

Bird in the house^

steven's hello^

^glamourous gabby

Gee we were busy! Enjoy!

"Happy Birthday Jesus, I'm sorry your party was so lame!"-Michael Scott, Regional Manager, Dunder Mifflin Scranton Branch

So tonite is the night before I leave for Texas. I decided I couldn't wait to open the prezzies from Grandma and Grandpa "GOC" so me and mom went tearing into them. Here are a few...
Clearly I am wearing a sweatshirt addressed to mom. It reads, "Blessed to be Grandma". I stole it. And the box of brownies is clearly inexplicably large and in charge. yum.


I love to have my coffee on the go. I am a taster, and this is my choice. By the way, the pick around my neck says, "pick jesus". How catchy.



How obnoxious. Someone was just showing off. Well Mr. Hickory down at Hickory Farms sure does know how to grow em.




"Grow in the Grace"-I was planning on it, thanks. But not just any old grace. THE grace.



Three mini bottles of Avon lotion. There really is nothing funny to say about this, it is what it is.




Lather up ladies, it's gonna be a lonely night. Good thing we have Mr. Hickory Farms to keep us company. ;) ;)

Tuesday-bluesday

Tomorrow is my final final. The finale. It is the most dreaded one of all, Algebra. I am so overcome with nerves that I am afraid to study. (Hence the blogging). Yesterday I hung out with my best girlfriend who was home from college for Christmas and it was awesome. I bought a pair of extremely brigh DC shoes from the men's section of journies and I think my street cred. went up at least 25%. I am cool. But this post is really about one thing and one thing only. And that is inflatable lawn ornaments. A redneck's answer to prayers. "All I gotta do is plop it in my yard and plug it in? Sweet!" Awful. As I went to pick up Heather from her house yesterday I realized that there was an uninflated inflatable ornament in her yard. I mentioned it but she quickly silenced me after breifly explaining that her mom had bought it at a garage sale and that it was a touchy subject with her. BAHAHAHAHAHA! Here is a replica of the one her mom bought...and the rest are ones I saw on the way home from her house.







This is the creepiest one. It seems wrong when I look at it so I laugh, then I feel wrong for laughing. If only it included an inflatable confessional next to it.

3:30 in the A.M.

How hard is it to find the computer keys in the dark? I am a fast typer without looking but I keep misplacing my hands and spelling words like this "jpwa ahard os ot"...gahh tonigt was a long night of work and I am trying to wind down. I actually read that looking at a computer screen before you go to bed can actually keep you awake. So I should probably be reading my bible. I thought tomorrow was Sunday and I got all excited because I havent been to church in 2 weeks. (which got a laugh outta my work friends). Then to spite them I sang "I got the joy down in my heart". But I bought a really cute top to wear on Sunday and it should gaurentee me a date if not a wedding proposal, so...I will end with the story of the worst people to ever set foot into the restaurant where I work, Steak n Shake. (Steak n Gay) or (Skank n Shake-By Holly Koper) They are in their fifties, wifey has her breasticles hanging out for the world to meet and hubbie demands that a rootbeer float be on the table before he sits. Wifey orders a double cheese burger, dry dry, but not hard. "I dont want leather. And dont put the cheese in the middle, make it an open faced sandwich with the cheese on top" she says. (side note: i once went to the trouble of drawing a diagram of her burger for the cook, didnt work) "I want at least 4 of the reddest tomatoes you have, and a little onion. And I wont be needing mayonase, I brought my own." She says as she pats the tiny tupperware next to her. (!) Upon delivering her meal she presses her polished finger into the center of her burger patty. "Feel that burger" she says to me. I feel it, violated in some way. Then I say "I will go cook it myself. No one knows how you like it except me,(!!)I guess." Then I go and try to explaing to Alex that she isnt just hating on his cooking skills because he is black, she hates all races of the ones who makes her burger. 7$ later they are gone and I can breathe again until the next weekend when they come in demanding their RBFLs and non-leather roadkill burgers. gah. RBFL=rootbeerfloat

Home Again

Last night I got home from Texas around 12:30 am. The cat had been quite messy with the kitty litter and I was in need of some desperate laundry duty. School went quickly today and I came straight home to clean. I picked up the dog from grandma's, vacuumed the entire house, cleaned my bathroom and the kitchen, did the dishes, threw out the kitty litter, then made lunch and watched the office until work. When I got home from work at 10:30 I took a shower with the dog because Grandma warned me that she smelled, and put a clean cover slip on her bed, gave her a bone and sent her to bed. Emmitt has been crazy. He actually jumped onto my lap while I went pee last night. He layed on the keyboard while I printed off homework last night and has not quieted down until this evening. The animals follow me around like I'm Dr. Dolittle. Nice. Here are some pics from Texas. We had a blast and I can't wait for finals to be over so I can go back!