I want I want I waaaaant!!!

 

Take a minute...soak it all in....the sleek, skinny, sexiness that is MacBook Air. 

My laptop took a dumb and died about...like almost a year ago? I don't know it's been a long time, too long to go without a laptop. I usually use my iPhone, or Pete's MacBook, but it's not the same wonderful experience as having your OWN laptop. And especially one as sexy as a MacBook Air. 

For a long time I've been hesitant to get a new laptop because if I'm on a computer I'm usually only on the internet, and given the fact that I can get to the internet and really do anything I need to do through my phone, I felt it would be a waste of money. Then I saw the Chromebook commercial which totally had me sold "Look how happy everyone is, that laptop looks like so much FUN! Why do I feel an urge to be friends with that laptop? Must be the music montage..." and I thought I had found the perfect solution to my laptop woes. But much to my dismay, I went to Best Buy, just to see a Chromebook in person and I was VERY disappointed. It felt cheap, it looked cheap, and it functioned cheap, because of course, it is! It's just technically under 250 bucks.

So after my disappointment settled in I searched around through all the other cheaper laptops hoping to find something workable. But I am really NOT a fan of Windows, let alone Windows 8 and most of them were HUGE and UGLY (I really know what's important in computers, obviously). I thought about perhaps going with a tablet, but they're really just a bigger version of a phone and I like having a keyboard. Some of the tablet/laptop hybrids looked appealing but they run on android and I don't know if I want to go there either. AND some of those hybrids are like 6-7 hundred bucks...I feel like it would be worth it just to go big and really get the best bang for your buck...insert MacBook Air.

And if someday I actually DO go back to school, it would really be a necessity. 

So have I talked you into talking me into thinking this is something I DEFINITELY have to get??

Maybe I'll be responsible and save up my money to get one....or I'll just put it on a credit card....ahh!!

Grandma Pants

This is harder than I remember....

I was TOTALLY excited to write a new blog post and to declare for the fourth? fifth? time that I AM BACK TO BLOGGING! And I was going to go through the whole thing again about how I was gone and now I'm here and tomorrow I'll be gone again but then I thought I'd try to play it cool and just BAM! spit out a new blog post as if blogging is still a regular thing I like to do. I had this whole blog planned in my mind about my Grandma Pants (as Pete affectionately calls them) and I thought it was going to be like SO funny, and had typed about four sentences when I realized I was blogging about a dirty cat hair ridden pair of pajama/yoga pants that I practically live in and I got discouraged. I know, why right? Writing about a pair of dirty cat hair ridden pajama/yoga pants is TOTALLY the sexiest way to bust back into the blogosphere! Maybe one day I'll complete my blog post about Grandma Pants, IF YOU'RE LUCKY, but for now I guess this awkward attempt at a first blog post in like a million years will have to do.

Been listening to this a lot lately....

while dreaming of hazy humid days with homemade lemonade, unintentional tan lines, messy hair, and salt sticky skin.

I'm ready for a break. A summer break that is.

If you were constantly aware of your second toe YOU would go crazy too.

Okay you guys, this is something super SUPER serious. My toe...will not...stop twitching! All day long twitchtwitchtwitch, when I'm trying to sleep twitchtwitchtwitch, when I'm sitting in class twitchtwitchtwitch, AS I'M WRITING THIS BLOG TWITCHTWITCHTWWWIIITTTCCCHHH!

I THINK I AM LOSING MY MIIIINDDDSSS!!

LOOK AT IT!!



It all started about six (ish) months ago when I would get these odd electric surge sensations in my right foot. It was always at night, when I would be resting, watching TV or laying in bed on my laptop. This was annoying, but not as annoying as the persistent twitch it eventually morphed into. My second toe has been doing it's little twitchy dance FOR OVER A MONTH NOW. I had to get a physical for school and I asked the doctor about it and he looked at it AND LAUGHED and was all HA! Look! It really is just moving on it's own huh! and I was like "yes DOCTOR it's a muscle twitch WTF". Then he asked me a couple questions and ended the interview with "well...I don't want to scare you...but..." as if whatever he was about to say wouldn't do just that "it could be a sign of MS but since it's only confined to your toe, I think you're okay, just keep an eye on it, you might have to see a neurologist, but whatever, I'm sure you're fine". My reaction? "................." (that's a blank stare) because OMG I HAVE MS!! I mean I don't know if I do or not (I probably don't) but now I am convinced that I do because of one slightly insensitive doctor and an annoying twitch.

Now I'm totally paranoid and it seems like every day I think I have a new symptom. I was driving the other day and realized my eyes were blurry. But then I cleaned my windshield and the blurry-ness went away. Coincidence?? or MS??? I've been getting little words mixed up lately, the other day when Pete was getting ready for his soft ball game and choosing to wear blue shorts with a BLUE T-shirt I told him, "whatever, look like a Smurf, it's not my fashion REPETITION on the line". Brain fart? or MS???

This twitch seriously needs to GO AWAY. Like EMEDIATELY!! (spelling error or MS?????)

Eight months, twenty-two days, or something

Oh Hey.

Yeah...so...

This is awkward.

Awkwarrrrddd...

It's only been like.....Um, I dunno, FOREVER AND A YEAR since my last blog. But at least I'm here now right? I thought for a while I would never return to my dear blog. Is blogging still cool? Half the blogs I was following have stopped, must be because I stopped. Contrary to popular belief the Internet does not actually keep internet-ing when I'm not blogging. Didn't you know?

I wonder what happens to people when they stop blogging. A lot of the time I forget that the people behind the blogs I read every day are in fact that, people. People who have lives outside of their blog and who may need to step away from their blogs to deal with said life. I guess that's what I did. Life took a turn I hoped it would never take and the magnitude of the situation left writing stupid every day thoughts on whateverthehell just seem, well, stupid. And basically when you want to stay out of your head the last thing you want to do is write. I'm hoping now that some time has passed it's safe to return to my head. We shall see.

Ok I promise that's the end of me being super vague. Sorry 'bout that.

In the sake of saving time (my time, not yours, obviously. I know you have nothing better to do than read my every word. I kid. I kid. FISH. LIPSTICK. POPPYSEED.) let me bullet point a recap for ya.

• Still in school. School is good. I made straight A+s for the first time in all my college history last semester.
• Still with The Pete
• Still living at home
• Still working (only occasionally!) at the pharmacy
• Um......Oh! I'm teaching dance again this year, Advanced Jazz Whoop!
• Still loving my Kitty Bear (he's next to me right now sucking on a blanket, so gross and so CUTE ♥ ♥ heartsheartshearts ♥ ♥
• I have babies coming!!! Not mine! OMG NO, my sister Coral and WuTang. Coral a boy and Whitney a girl. Very. Excited. About. All. The. Babies.
• .............
• I guess that's it.
• Why am I still bulleting?
• Would you read my blog if this was the only way I wrote?
• You would???
• And you would still love me???!!?
• I love you too.

See you soon, maybe.

Memory Box

Home and bored and locked inside from the cold, will often lead one to wander... I do this from time to time, in those few minutes when my attention isn't focused on the mesmerizing gleam of my computer screen (Facebook). I don't know why, but I rarely watch TV alone, maybe I feel guilty about it or something but reason or not, I hardly do it. So I wander instead, aimlessly around the house until something gains my attention. Tonight it was my "Memory Box". I really wish I had a better name than that-"My Memory Box" because "My Memory Box" sounds too Oprah book club-ish, but I mean, it's a box filled with memories, what else should I call it??

It's recently, in the past years, overflowed into two Memory Boxes and I fear one day you'll see me on Hoarders, clutching on to my prized possessions of movie stubs and receipts, but I feel like I have years until then, or at least a few, so...meh.

Inside my "Memory Boxes" you will find...

• A penny that was half stuck under my kitchen island for 20 something years and was only released after we remodeled
• The Heineken label Pete peeled from his beer and attached to my cup the first night we really hung out, the 1st Christmas Eve's Eve of the many that would follow...Franniversary What!
  
• A note from Whitney from an undisclosed year, but we were obviously young (she signed it "love and stuff" how cute!)
• Paper bag puppets I made with Rylee
• Plane ticket to Spain
  
• The beer cap from the first beer I drank as a 21yr old which I bought from a crack gas station called "Lay Lows" in Orlando before a football game
  
• A Christmas present tag with a special hand written note from my Dad from 2000
• Plane ticket to LA
• My UCF graduation tassel
  
• My original drawings and other 1st versions of my tattoo
  
• A paper fortune telling folding game thingy (do those have an official name?) that Todd and Pete made in college, including such fortunes as "you will get drunk and wet the bed tonight" and my favorite, "you or your girlfriend will find a pot of gold at the end of their vagina"
• Shelby LuLu's doggy tag
• A rose bud from the bouquet my dad gave me for my 18th birthday
• A magnet of The Californian Raisins sitting on a couch from my Grandma's fridge (do yourself a favor and actually click that link, TRUST)
  
• A note from my mom she wrote while bored at the Doctor's office which reads like a high school homeroom note to a friend
  
• A thousand birthday cards
• A penis straw from my sister Coral's bachelorette party

Just to name a few....

I feel stupid talking about this as if I'm the first to own a Memory Box...everyone must have them...right? Or am I weird?

Aren't you happy I skipped all the "OMG I haven't blogged in ages and Wah wah wahhh I haven't really been busy but I'll just say I was because I feel a need for an excuse of non-blogging"? Me too.

Who's this beautiful baby?

It's me! It's me!

When I was a baby I was nicknamed "Punk Rock Baby" because, well, it's obvious right? I think while pregnant my mom was exposed to too much 80’s rock music, and my hair took note. Sideways, straight up and down, and just about everywhere, my hair was quick to gain quite a reputation. Whenever a kid would spot me and my mom out in public they'd point and shout "Punk Rock Baby!" much to my mother's delight.

As an assignment for school, I have to write about a story from my infancy and so, I chose my hair. With hair this bad ass how could I not? God, I was so hip to the latest fashion trends. Sadly, I don't know if I've ever been since? Guess my fashion career peaked early.