Apocalypse... Now?

Last week was, for lack of a better word, hell. So many things happened, so many lives torn apart in seconds, so many lives lost for no reason at all. The world is crying right now. Cities are broken. If this isn't an apocalypse, I don't know what is. Humans are not capable of love anymore. Traditions that used to matter, don't. There is so much hate in this world, and it's not even reasonable hate, as if there were such a thing. We hate because of the God we choose to believe in. We hate because of the color of skin. We hate because that girl that sits next to you in class is just a little under the 'status quo'. It makes no sense to me anymore. Well, I guess it never made sense to me, I was just ignorant to it. I kept praying that He would open my eyes, and man, He has. My eyes are open in a way that it hurts to look at what they see. Elementary students gunned down in class. Marathon spectators having their limbs blown off. Fertilizer plants leveling half a town. Earthquakes ripping through countries, killing hundreds. Kids ending their own lives because that's easier than going to high school. No, I want to close my eyes. I don't want to see this anymore. I don't want to watch innocent people dying by the hands of monsters and industrial accidents and natural disasters. We find ourselves shaking our fist at the sky and screaming "WHY???" a lot more often these days. We find ourselves holding the hand of a stranger for a moment of silence at the loss of an 8-yr old boy. Martin Richard, taken in the Boston bombings on Monday, 4/15. I saw a picture of him holding a sign, probably at school, and he was smiling, such a bright smile. The sign read "People should stop hurting each other, Peace". He got it. He understood what for some reason others cant.

I've kept quiet this past week, on my Facebook page, to my friends, to the Hubs even, about what has been processing in my brain this week. And now I think I've figured out the jumbled mess. I am scared. I am scared. I AM SCARED! This is happening all around us, and we sit around and think, 'oh it cant happen to us'. Just, the fact of the matter is, it can happen to any of us. West, Texas is a 3 hour drive from my house. Just an hour, give or take, from my family in Eastland and Waxahachie. It could've easily happened to me this past week. Thinking about this makes me feel guilty and grateful at the same time. Guilty that I could be thinking of myself and my family at a time when so many are grieving and reeling from loss. Grateful that I, and my family wasn't involved. It's a torn feeling that I cant say I am a fan of. I'm sure that I am not the only one that feels this way. We just keep telling ourselves that it'll stop, people will realize how stupid the hate is, and all the beauty pageant contestants will one day really get their wish for world peace. I know I wake up every day reassuring myself that God has His gentle hand on my shoulder, and He's guiding me through the darkness. That's how I get out of bed in the morning.

I know this has kinda been a jumbled mess and it probably makes no sense as you're reading it. That's normally how it comes at me while I'm thinking it. I don't know what else I can say about this. My mind and emotions are exhausted from that crazy week. Tonight, I send up a prayer and I hope you'll join me. I've never done this before, and I'm not normally one to push my religion on other people, but I feel like this is what the world needs right now. Maybe my voice wont make a difference, but on the other hand, maybe it will.

Please take a moment of silence.

Heavenly Father, I come to you right now, broken. This craziness... well it's crazy. I don't know what to think of it, and I pray that you guide me through this craziness. I pray you lay your hand upon the families in Boston who bury their lost and visit their injured in hospitals. I pray you guide the prosecutors to Your will. Please, cover the town of West with your love and show them they will overcome. Lord, I pray your new Angels are getting acquainted and are basking in your everlasting light. Lord, I pray you lay your hands on the world, heal us Lord, show us Your will, show us Your light. I pray in Jesus' name. Amen.

Don't forget guys, hug your loved ones tight, tell them I LOVE YOU every chance you get, and don't take the little things for granted. Good night folks, much love <3

Binging...is it a problem? I say NO!

This blog writing stuff is pretty hard. I'm just saying. It takes a lot out of my brain to sit and think of something interesting that you Jokers would enjoy reading. The problem is that I just dont think I'm very interesting. I mean, apparently I am because a good handful of you awesome amazing people have continued to tune in whenever I write one, and believe me that I am sooo greatful that you do. It's a good feeling knowing some people like to check in and see what I have to say. So I just want to give a quick shout out to you my dears and a huge THANKS a bunch and I LOVE the heck outta ya! **big hugs, cheers, and rum all 'round**
 So now that I've gotten all the mushy junk outta the way, on to the actual topic of today's nonsense... binging. It's an epidemic I tell you, and thanks to the interewebs has gotten worse! I bring this topic to your attention because I myself, am a binger. My friends, I admit to you, that I have an addiction....

I'd guess the root of my addiction goes back to 2002 when I moved in with my Mom after a few years with my Dad. Divorce kid here, it blew... anywho... all of my sisters watched "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and I had never really watched it before. They got me hooked on it, and to this day Buffy remains my favorite TV show of all time. I picked it up in like the 2nd to last season, so had missed a whole lot of pertinent information. Since the interwebs were not nearly as advanced then as they are now, I had to slowly but surely acquire all 7 seasons of the amazingness of Joss Whedon's imagination on DVD. I binged, for hours, for days, who knows how long really... watching every episode of that entire series, and would do it again in a heartbeat because that show is just that great lol. I lost hours, getting lost in this TV show, and have noticed that I have done it recently as well. It's back, my addiction to TVSB... Television Show Binging.

 I am currently addicted to 3 TV shows that have me on Hulu or Netflix almost every day of the week. I am also interested in starting other shows, which I have to start from season 1 becuase I cant miss anything. I've previously binged on Grey's Anatomy a few seasons ago. I caught up to where it was on TV, and then they killed Lexi and Mark, my two favortie characters, so I quit watching. Oh sorry if I just gave anything away for you other bingers, I guess I should've said Spoiler Alert. Recently I got re-interested in the happenings at Seattle Grace-Mercy West and needed to catch up. I created a HuluPlus account for this reason alone. One day a few weekends ago, I watched every episode from the episode where Lexi dies until where they are now. And I'm super glad that I did because the show has gotten more awesomer... is that a word? Awesomer.... I dunno but I'm gonna use it anyways. I've caught myself using Hulu even to watch new episodes mainly because Grey's and my other addiction, Nashville, aren't shows Hubs likes to watch, so I just wait an extra day and catch up then.

 Nashville I had watched about 20 minutes of the pilot when it first started. I decided I didnt like it because it was about country music... and I didnt want to pervert my fantasy about what it's like to be a country singer, which has been a dream of mine since I was 4 years old. Anyways, after a day of binging on Grey's, I had run out of episodes but hadn't gotten my fix of TV shows. I was browsing Hulu and decided I'd give Nashville another try. I watched the whole pilot this time, and found myself clicking to the start the 2nd episode as soon as the first was over... I had found a new TV show to binge on. It hasnt been on nearly as long as Grey's and only has 16 episodes so far, but that kept me busy for a whole week after I got off work. Are you beginning to see how binging could cut in on life-time? People, myself included, are losing valuable hours binging on TV shows. Are we just that lazy, or are the TV shows just that good that we cant stop tuning in? Not that I'm complaing of course, as a person with this addiction myself, I am perfectly happy in my cozy binging bubble.

The Walking Dead is one TV show that we watch every single marathon of. Even if we have to sit through the commercials. Hubs is just as crazy about this show as me, so it's something we can do together :) We have seen season one 4 times, season two 3 times, and season three (with the exception of the finale episode) twice... and it's just as good every time. I go into withdrawls every time the show takes a hiatus... which is like 6 months long!!! WHYYYY do they do this to US!!!!!!!! Big jerks. This time is going to be especially bad because I'll be asking myself (spoiler alert) WHERE THE HELL DID THE GOVENOR GO? until freaking October! This was definitely a season where predictions for the next season would be fruitless... I think I'll be suprised no matter what happens. As a person who also binged on the graphic novel of The Walking Dead, I know the show hasn't really followed the book at all. I love both versions, and the only way I'd quit watching The Walking Dead is if they killed off Daryl, Maggie, or Glen... then I'd be pissed and would riot until they were resurrected... it's Hollywood, they can do it.

 In the near future I see myself binging on at least 3 more TV shows thanks to Hulu, and it may even be more because as I've been sitting here typing this, I have thought of 2 or 3 more that I'd like to be immersed in. These include: Sparticus, True Blood, Weeds, How I Met Your Mother, and I'm thinking I'd like to check out Buffy again, even though it will just leave me wishing for Joss Whedon to resurrect the show. My DVD set is in Nevada with my Momma so Hulu will have to do for that as well.

Before you think that all I do is binge on TV shows, let me assure you that I also binge on books. I am a helluva reader and have lost many hours to my own imagination and words on a page also. If the book is good enough I can finish it in a day. My sister Sam could read an entire book in one bath, granted she'd be pruned up by the time she got out, she still finished the book. Maybe she rubbed off on me a little bit. Which books I've binged on is a list entirely too long for this blog but it could end up as a topic in the future.

If you have a suggestion for something I should binge on... TV show, movie, music, or book related (keep it clean pervs :P)... just hit me up with a comment and I'll be sure to check it out.

Now for a bit of shameless plugging.... if you are on Facebook, which I'm sure you are since you are reading this and most likely connected to it through Facebook, you should check out my Jesse's page, HEY FREDDIE!... I also make an appearance on there as well since she was awesome enough to make me an admin. She also has a blog that you should check out too...

Hey Freddie: The Facebook Page
Hey Freddie: The Blog

Well, thats all folks... next week, maybe I will compare 1984's Red Dawn to 2012's Red Dawn... and how Patrick Swayze was a better teenage-militia leader than Chris Hemsworth.... maybe, just maybe...

Later, Lovelies <3

Ohana means Family

I've been trying to write a blog for days now.  The topics flying around in my head are endless. The topic that keeps popping into my head the most is this whole marriage equality stuff going on in the media and politics. I've literally written a blog on this topic almost all the way through, then erased it... every word. I asked my Jesse about it and of course she gave me amazing advice because she always does. If it doesn't feel right to me then I shouldn't do it. Well, it didn't feel right to me, so I'm not doing it. Most people already know my stance on the subject and I don't feel that elaborating on them will make a difference either way. So instead of writing about marriage equality, I've chosen to write about my brothers and sisters. Yep, my brothers and sisters. I have 2 brothers and 4 sisters, all ranging from ages(and forgive me if I'm wrong...I suck at remembering ages) 5 to 33. Before you ask, no we are not all from the same mother. My 3 older sisters are technically step sisters, but we dropped the step a long time ago. My younger sister has a different mother as I've mentioned before. My older brother has a different father. My younger brother is the only one of my siblings that I share a mother AND a father with. So I'm gonna start at the top..

Victoria.... except she'd murder me if I ever called her Victoria to her face. I didnt meet Tori until the wedding of our parents I believe. Quite honestly, it was so long ago that I don't really remember how it went. And there is such an age-gap between the two of us that she was already gone and out of the house before I moved in. I remember she came back after I moved there and her bedroom was next to mine. I was in the 11th grade and I hated waking up in the morning for school. I had my HUGE stereo set to go off at 5am and it gradually got louder and louder and louder and LOUDER until my lazy ass would get up to turn it off. Well I didn't know Tori suffered from insomnia and couldn't sleep until 5 or 6 in the morning, so chances were she was just falling asleep as I was waking up. Well when my alarm would go off and it would get louder, it would make her pretty darn mad... and I usually started my day getting yelled at by my older sister. Now I live in Texas and she in California, which is the problem with all my siblings... they are all far away, except Cheyenne but only cause she is 5. Below is a picture of Tori, her husband David, whom I have not met, and my nephew Monkey(Randy)...

 

Next is my Bobo, Chris... my older brother that I think loves me but I can never be too sure. He lives in Colorado and has for as long as I can remember. I've moved around quite a bit and he has stayed pretty stationary. California and Colorado seem to be his favorite. He once hit my younger brother Nick in the head with a 2-sided pick ax... yeah it happened. Chris got his height from his father's side of the family... who was only about an inch taller than Vern Troyer. So I outgrew Chris when I was about 6 or 7, he is 3 years older than me. Back to the pick ax story... and please remember I'm trying to remember after years of sleep and the use of other memory-forgetting-assistors... We were building a tee pee, yep a tee pee, out of bamboo I think. In a field behind Johnny and Jesse's (twins down the street whom I just LOVED) house. Chris was doing something with this pick ax and the reason I bring up his height is because he could barely life it above his head. Nick was fiddling around with something under Chris' feet and down came the ax... which hit Nick right between the eyes. Literally, right. between. the. eyes. I was inside the tee pee with either Johnny or Jesse, I cant tell them apart anymore because they look the same in my memory. All I hear is a blood-curdling scream. I run out to find Chris running in the direction of the house, and Nick screaming walking slowly toward the house. I'm screaming at him "what's wrong"... Nick turns around and all I see is red streaming down the middle of his face. Chris was pretty upset but Nick thought it was awesome the doctors could see his skull when he scrunched up his nose. This is Chris and I about a month after I was brought into this world back in 1986... weren't we just so cute??

 



Next up, my sister Nicholl. We call her Nikki, and always have... which is one of the reasons Nick decided we could call him Nicky anymore. The first real memory I can recall about Nikki is she used to babysit us. She was still in high school when we met and I thought she was awesome! At one point she drove a Red Lebaron convertible that I just thought was the bees knees to ride with her in. For some reason we didn't get along for awhile, but a part of me knew I could always call on her if I needed advice. I texted her back when I was doing something that wasn't that good for me, and she texted back. That was enough for me. She cared enough to text back. She has 2 kids now, Carly and Lucas. She also lives in Colorado, so I don't see her much. All of my old pictures of me and Nikki were on my old Myspace page... and I deleted my Myspace page. So here is a picture of Nikki, Tori, and Sammi at Sam's college graduation...

 

As promised, Samantha... is the one right above me in age and the one I looked up to the most my Junior year of high school. She worked at Jack in the Box and I had a crush on her friend Gavin. She taught me, or showed me rather, how you play Hide and go Seek in a car... no not in a car sitting still. You have to have another car load of people and cell phones.. then you call or text with hints as to where you are. In Hemet, where everything goes in a circle and all the roads connect to another road that will take you back to that road... it works and you don't get lost. There were many times we tried getting lost in Hemet, I swear it's not possible. My favorite memory is when it was time for Samantha to get her first car, like hers not a hand-me-down. My Mom, Sam, and I took a trip to the car dealer and she found HER car. It was a Hyundai Sonata and she fell completely in love with it. Of course we had to wait for dad (my step dad) to come thru and do his thing. She told the car salesman "I will sleep on the hood of this car if I have to". She got her car, without having to sleep on the hood of course. That was awesome. She also took me to prom with her and her friends. I got to ride in the limo with them there, but wasn't allowed to stay in the hotel with them afterwards. Unfortunately, on the drive home from prom the next morning, a stupid lady making an illegal left turn caused the demise of the Sonata. She still lives in California with her husband Kyle and two kiddos. Below is a pic of my niece and nephew, Abbi and JD...

 

 

 

I talked about him once, but now its time for Nick. Nick is the baby, or was the baby until about 6 years ago. We share both a mother and a father and you can tell because we are soo much alike and are at each other's throats whenever we're within 10 miles of each other. He lives in Nevada with my Mom. We haven't spoken in about 6 months, but I think he knows I love him. I have a favorite memory of him too and it didn't happen until we were older. I had gotten out of the Army and made the hugest mistake of my life and moved to Wisconsin. My dad bailed me out and I moved to Arizona where they were living, and Nick was living too. He was dating some girl, and of course I don't remember her name but they were living on their own or with her parents or something like that. This was the first time Nick and I had seen each other most likely since my high school graduation in 2004 and the time I'm talking about now is probably 2008 after I got out of the Army, so about 4 years. Nick asked me to buy alcohol so we could party. I bought him Jose Cuervo because that it what he requested and Jack Daniels. We each took exactly 1, UNO, ONE shot... and immediately dashed to the nearest window or toilet to excrete the disgustingness that was Jose Cuervo. We both pretty much passed out after that. We couldn't make fun of each other because we both couldn't hang... so we had a good laugh together. We've had many other fun times, seeing as growing up we were each other's best friend. The pic below is me and my two brothers. I'm not sure how old any of us are... young and bright-eyed for sure

 

 

The youngest of our brood was added about 6 years ago. Cheyenne Autumn was the result of my father's third marriage, and undoubtedly the best thing that came out of it. I didn't meet her until she was already about 8 or 9 months old, and she had me wrapped around her little piggies within minutes of picking her up. About 3 months after moving in with dad and she-who-shall-be-called-skanky, Cheyenne wasnt feeling to hot. I lied on the floor and she laid on my stomach with her head on my chest for an hour. You know 1yr olds, they don't stay still. But she just laid there. Another time she melted my heart was when she got sick and ended up in the emergency room. I rushed from my job in Conroe to the ER in Kingwood and as soon as she saw me arrive, I was all she wanted. She laid with me for an hour watching SpongeBob while eating a popsicle. She used to call me Isha because funny enough Felicia is too difficult for a child just learning to speak to pronounce. Now she will be 6 in 2 weeks and I have no idea where the time has gone. She is in kindergarten and she is so smart. And we look so much alike you'd think she was my daughter but she is DEFINITELY not! Trust me I wish I could claim her, but I am WAY to young to have a 6yr old. Below is a recent shot of us...

 





 

 

So you now you know a little more about my sibs and hopefully they wont be too upset with me for using some pics without their permission, lol. Each of them has taught me something different and each I look up to in a different way, even little Chey. I like to believe that they helped shape the person I am today and their guidance has proven fruitful time and time again. If ya'll happen to be reading this, I love you and you dont know how much I wish Texas was closer to California, Colorado, and Nevada...

 

Hope you enjoyed my story that took me literally days to write.... see ya on tha flip side homies :)

Tagged, I'm IT!

My AMAZING bestest friend in the whole wide infinity Jesse Lea tagged me in this blogging chain blog thingy so I am now obligated to oblige her and you with answers to bagillion (or only 25) questions about Me, Myself, and that one girl... oh yeah, I. So if you care to know more about this chick behind the blog, stay tuned and keep on reading my friends... if you don't care, now would be a good time to click the X on your little tab up top :)

Who Are You?
Just a Small Town Kid folks!

1. Where were you born?
I was born in Lawton, Oklahoma at 2:33 in the afternoon at Comanche County Memorial Hospital... I don't know why but I kinda memorized by birth certificate when I was younger... I don't know why exactly, I guess I thought it would be useful one day... and lookie here it's kinda useful.

2. Were you named after someone?
My first name came from a soap opera you all might remember, General Hospital. There was a nurse named Felicia on there. If I remember the story right, my parents wanted to name me Alicia. However my Mema had other plans and suggested Felicia instead. So thank you Mema for branding me with a name associated with a crack head in a pot movie. My middle name (Marie) came from my awesome (Woman of the Year) Aunt Marie. I'm glad I have her name and I'm pretty positive whenever I have a daughter, I will pass it on to her.

3. How many children do you have?
0

4. How many pets do you have?
We have two awesome doggies! Dozer is the Hubs' pit bull that he had before we met. He is old and wise and an awesome dog. After my miscarriage last year, I wanted a puppy, so I got Copper. He is not even a year old yet and he is a pitoxer (pit bull/boxer mix)... he is by far the stupidest dog I've ever met lol. But I love him to death! He is getting so big and thinks he can still lay in my lap. The other day he ate a squirrel, yep a squirrel. I gave him a rib bone last night and he swallowed it... whole. He loves garbage and doesn't quite understand the words NO and GET DOWN. He's still a puppy so I understand and am sometimes patient with him... but we call him Stupid, that's short for Copper :)

5. Your worst injury?
I cut my finger once. Well, not my finger, my thumb. No, I wasn't doing anything awesome or extraordinary when it happened, just the dishes... I didn't notice a crack and when I stuck my hand in the glass, it broke. I had to get 5 STICHES!! It was horrible y'all... I'm telling you, that shit ain't nothing to play with. Can you really believe that is my worst injury?? Well it is, I don't like getting hurt lol, so I try not to.

6. Do you have a special talent?
I have talents, but I wouldn't call them special. Most of them I cant list here because they are just too much information for my readers to have to endure. Some people tell me I can carry a tune... but that's not really special anymore considering Justin Beiber is famous for it. I'm really good at remembering random shit. Just ask Hubs, he says I'm just full of completely useless information, and he's right... mostly.

7. Favorite thing to bake?
Brownies! But not from scratch or anything... who do you think I am, Betty Crocker??? Absolutly not, but I LOVE her brownies, they are awesome!

8. Favorite fast food?
Subway! Abso-friggin-lutely!

9. Would you bungee jump?
Oh sure, I'd act like I had the balls of King Kong all the way up to ledge, key word being ACT. As soon as I realized that I was on top of a real high building, let the tears flow baby! And then you would see a 26 year old woman crying and pissing her pants in front of everybody. No rubber band jumping for this girl, no friggin way... I mean, sure I'll do it!

10.  What's the first thing you notice about people?
Smiles. I love people that smile because it means they are happy. If someone comes up to me frowning and scowling, it cramps my style a little. I like smiles, especially the smiles of babes... kids guys lol

11. When is the last time you cried?
Last time Aunt Flo stopped by. That bitch always gets me emotional as all get out... I pretty much cry all week long, there is no stopping this, and it's annoying. -_-

12. Any current worries?
Hakuna Matata, baby! (ps... it means no worries)

13. Name 3 drinks you drink regularly...
Water, Coke Zero, and lately White Chocolate cappuccinos... which I know I shouldn't be drinking due to the diet, but those are almost as hard to quit as smoking cigarettes, I tell ya what!

14. What's your favorite book?
Holy crap! I cannot even begin.... well I guess I can begin but I wont finish just to save time... The Hunger Games trilogy, 50 Shades of Grey trilogy, If I Stay, Harry Potter seven-ogy, Twilight quad-ogy....

15. Would you like to be a pirate?
I am a pirate bitches! Best recognize!

16. Favorite smells?
Hubs after a shower and this body spray stuff Japanease Cherry Blossom

17. Why do you blog?
I have a story to tell and a voice to be heard, plain and simple. Hope you like it so far :)

18. What song do you want played at your funeral?
Morbid much? Umm, of course I haven't put any thought into this question because funny enough, I try NOT to think much on my death... but if I had to choose right this second................. Kiss my Country Ass by Blake Shelton :)

19. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?
I have a pretty bad attitude problem. It could probably be fixed with a good adjustment.... but my parents tried the whole attitude adjustment crap and obviously it didn't work considering I still have one heck of an attitude... but at least I'm a happy bitch :)

20. Favorite Hobby?
Anything that involves mud. Scavenger hunts in Wal-Mart. Hanging with my Amazing friends and Awesome Hubs!

21. Name something you've done that you never thought you would do.
If I'm being honest, which I am cause I always am, meeting such an awesome guy and actually becoming his wife... true love and marriage seemed like such a fairytale not to long ago... who would of thunk it, my fairytale came true!

22. What do you look for in a friend?
Amazing Awesomeness! Luckily all my best pals are equipped with this trait :)

23. Favorite fun things to do?
Jumping a junk car into a junk boat in the middle of a small pond... yes, this happened... and it was EPIC!

24. Pet peeves?
Gun control and stupid people... mix those two and watch me go NUTS!

25. What's the last thing that made you laugh?
A hilarious text message from my Jesse... I texted something dirty not meaning to be dirty at all, but of course her mind took it there because she's a dirty whore (in a good way of course) but it was classic and I laughed my head off!

Well, that's all my friends! You now know more about me and can probably draw your final conclusions on who is writing this crazy thing! But don't judge to fast because there are many different aspects to me and the person I am. We are all works in progress, people. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed and got a few good chuckles... hug the ones you love and tell them over and over how much you love them, you never know when its gonna be the last time you can tell them

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90's kid... and Proud :)

My birth year is 1986. This means that in 1991, I turned 5 years old, therefore am a 90's kid. As far as decades in my life go, I must say that the 90's were my favorite. The cartoons were better, the TV shows were better, and Disney movies still taught an important lesson. Yes, we had it good pre-Jersey Shore. Back when it was still considered a bad thing for a 13 year old to get pregnant. Now we just make a TV show about it. Family secrets stayed secrets. I cant say much for the music of the decade though. I mean, do we really want to be the ones responsible for the careers of Britney Spears, 98 Degrees, and Backstreet Boys? I know I don't want to claim it, but I'll admit that I did listen and enjoy all three of those performers. Including NSync (pre-Justin split) and Cristina Aguilara (pre-voicebox split). I was a gamer of Mario Brothers and Donkey Kong. I cant even play video games now because there are too many buttons, which is the same reason I don't fly planes. I figure neither situation would end well. I get dead... as I say. Props to the people that can play video games these days. We had TV shows like Blossom and Full House. The Olsen twins didn't have a gazillion dollars and eating disorders. They were still cute as a button and every little girl, including myself, wished we had a family like the Tanners. We had the inspirational cleanliness of 7th Heaven. I guarantee if they tried to come out with a 7th Heaven-esque type show, they be shot down before they could even pitch the concept. However, if they tried to make Jersey Shore in the 90s they would have gotten the Real World. Except the Real World wasn't even that bad compared to Jersey Shore. I remember when MTV still played music videos instead of Teen Mom and Catfish, a show about getting screwed on the internet. Honey Boo Boo wasn't even a glimpse in the ugly eye of her horse mother. Exploiting children was still done behind doors instead of on mainstream television. Songs made sense. I remember sitting by my stereo for hours hitting record and stop while recording songs from the radio onto a cassette tape. I remember begging my parents to buy me a new CD. Now I can go to Pandora and listen to all the songs I want for free. Everybody wants to be famous but nobody wants to work for it. Half the people that were famous in 90s would probably drown in today's scene. The only person in the 90s who is equally famous if not more famous now is Doogie Houser, or Neil Patrick Harris for all you youngins. Yep, he stole hearts as the youngest doctor on TV and made way for the talking journals on most TV shows you see today. Yes, if you ask me, the 90s were tops as far as entertainment goes. Obviously as a child, I wouldn't care about politics or religion or anything of real substance concerning the decade. I'm sure some important shit happened that decade that I'm leaving out because I didn't know about it. You know what I miss?? Saturday Morning cartoons. Man they were awesome. I remember actually waking up earlier on Saturday mornings just so I could get to the TV before anyone else so I could watch cartoons. I remember going in the bathroom to play Bloody Mary or Candyman. Never heard of it??? Go in the bathroom, turn off the light, say Bloody Mary or Candyman 5 times and I swear they'll show up in the mirror! My favorite memory concerning these games was my friend Meagan's birthday party. There were like 4 or 5 of us and we all squeezed into the bathroom at Meagan's house and switched off the light. We started saying the name and then we FREAKED the EFF out!! Meagan's mom Katrina comes running and slams the door open with a look of sheer terror on her face. The 4 or 5 of us scramble out half screaming and half laughing as Katrina's blood pressure returned to normal. Man, that was great. I don't know who came up with those dumb games, but they sure entertained at every slumber party! I realize this blog has kind of just rambled on and skipped all over the place and if you've made it this far I applaud you lol. Not many people can keep up with my sporadic thoughts. There are so many more things I could say about the 90's and how I love them and why the 2000s and 20teens suck balls, but I'm running on empty and need to hit the hay! Thanks for reading friends!!! Now, go watch some Boy Meets World, drink some Surge, play some old school Nintendo, and look over your POG collection for the gazillionth time! Hope your dreams are the bomb!!! 

Un-officially Official!!!

Hello again my Lovelies!!! Happy Valentimes Day!!! Welcome to the Jungle!!! Today my topic is work! I know I know, you just got home from work or are getting ready to go to work, why the heck would you want to read about it? Better yet, why the heck would I want to WRITE about it... well, I have a good reason. I told you recently about my new job that I started this past Monday. Well, I am in day 4 of my new career, and I LOVE ITTT!!!!! I haven't done very much at all as I am not licensed yet and wont be until I study my butt off and pass the test. I have not picked up any kind of text book in 8 years or so, so this should be interesting. I used to be good at studying back in high school as long as it wasn't any kind of math, math sucks and I hate it... why do I need it when my smart phone can do it for me?? Exactly!!! Plus, my smart phone is smarter than me anyways, eventually it will be able to do my job for me completely... but that's far off yet.. I hope. For now, I am sitting behind that desk, and am going to work the hardest I've ever worked to study and pass this test and absorb every little thing my awesome boss has to teach me, because she is absolutely the best at what she does!

 



I have never ever ever ever ever ever (sorry had a Taylor Swift moment) had my name on something this cool! I mean I know it's not all glitz and glam, but it's my name on my own name plate... on a desk... where my pictures are... and I can put anything I want in my drawers... and and and it's just so stinkin awesome! I've had my first name on plenty of things, like crappy name tags for all the crappy places I've worked. I had my maiden name, Hensley, on an awesome name tag when I was in the Army. But now, I don't have to wear my name on my chest so people automatically look at my boobs... I seriously think that's why we have to wear them there. They will look on my desk and they will see that I'm someone semi-important because I have a name plate. I know that I am overdoing the whole name plate thing seeing as it's not even engraved... but you know, this is the most exciting thing to happen to me since I met and married the love of my life. So I think I'm allowed to bask in this for a little while. I say that I am unofficially official because I am not yet licensed and can pretty much only answer the phone, do some paperwork, and take your insurance payment lol... but I'm learning and that's the good thing. The voice in my head lately has just been repeating The Offspring's "You're gonna go far, Kid", but only that one line because the rest of the song doesn't really pertain to the situation lol.

Well folks, that's my input for the day. Oh wait I have to say this because my brother in law said it earlier and I thought it was the most hilarious thing I had heard all day. We were watching the news, and I know this is kinda old news, but we were watching a story about the Pope resigning. This is how our conversation went...

Me: That's kinda weird you know. Popes don't normally resign, they just die.
BIL: That's what I thought. The last one that resigned was a long long time ago.
Me: Well yeah, cause normally once you're the Pope, you're the friggin Pope!
BIL: Yeah, there is none of this un-popeing!
(It's probably a good thing we are not Catholic or we'd be banished or something)

Well, Love Y'all!!! Don't forget to tell 'em YOU LOVE THEM!!!!

Make New Friends, but Keep the Old

I was a Girl Scout. Yes, it's very hard to believe that I was once one of those adorable little girls you want to either strangle or spoil when you see them selling cookies at the entrance of your local Wal-Mart. Anyways, this fact really has nothing to do with what I am writing about today, the only reason I mention it is so that I can tell you about a song that I learned while I was a girl scout. I'm not sure if it's called the Friendship song, or the Make New Friends song, or whatever the hell they called it, but it has stuck with me since I was a wee lass.  (At bottom of page is the lyrics to the song in case you don't them.)

 

These 2 girls with me in the picture above are my longest friends I've had. I feel the need to talk about them because they both live so far away and I never get to tell them how much they really mean to me. I'm pretty sure I met Kayla first in Mr. Chennault's Driver's Ed class. We started talking because of my big brother's best friend Josh, whom Kayla happened to be crushing on very hard back in those days lol. I remember having a huge crush on her brother James, and since Josh was pretty much like a brother to us, we came out pretty even. It was early on in my Junior year at West Valley, I had just transferred in from Texas, so I was super nervous and glad this girl talked to me! I don't remember the exact moment I met Crystal, all I do remember really is that she was a freshman and I was a junior, Kayla was a sophomore. All 3 of us pretty much feel into step with each other. Kayla once forced me try out for cheerleading with her... that was a major fail on my part. There's no way I should have ever been in that try out lmao. I still have the letters we would right back and forth to each other, and trust me there are hundreds. We once had a notebook that we would just pass back and forth but I do not know what became of said notebook. We have millions of pictures and memories. Crystal and I once hated each other in high school. I made a huge mistake and decided I didn't want her as my friend... but to my surprise, she became the best friend I've ever had, even when I started all kinds of mean rumors about her. She somehow and for some reason forgave me for it. I really cant say that I was the nicest teenager, and she can definitely attest to the fact that I was not. After I graduated and went of to college, of course we grew apart. We still saw each other, but eventually I moved farther away while they stayed in Hemet. All 3 of us have been through so much and all of it pretty much away from each other, yet whenever we talk or text, it's like we never stopped talking ever. I sometimes thank God for Facebook because if it weren't for that awesome website, I wouldn't be able to keep up with them as much as I do.

I've had a lot of really good friends over the years. Moving around as much as we did, I didn't stay in one place longer than a year normally, so I really got a new best friend at every school I went to. Chelsea was my Beaches bestie lol. I met her in my senior year at West Valley, and I don't know how but we became like sisters very quickly. We pretty much did everything together. I had never seen the movie "Beaches" until I met her. You know the Bette Midler-Barbara Hershey chick flick that you cant get through watching it without a-crying your eyes out, b-singing along when Bette Midler sings Wind Beneath my Wings, and c-calling your best friend as soon as its over to tell them how much they mean to you. After I went to college, Chels and I would write letters back and forth but it didn't really last that long. I had some really awesome memories with her. I moved into the dorms when I went to college where I met a few pretty amazing women. My hall-mates were all great, and each taught me something different and new. After college, I moved into a no bedroom studio apartment with an awesome chick I met a week after I started working at Dominos. Liz and I became friends so fast that within a week, people were asking us if we were related. She helped me out in so many ways. She introduced me to an amazing church in Colton where I helped lead my Mom and brother to Christ and watch both of them baptized. She introduced me to my first real love even though it didn't last, I'll always be grateful to her for that. I moved away again which ended the geographical convience of a friendship. She has done absolutely great, and because of Facebook again, I was able to meet her beautiful daughter through the pictures she posts.

I know that I have talked a little about these two before but I feel the need to elaborate about my "new friends" in this blog about old friends and new. So then it comes to Jesse and Alicia. I've known Jesse since 2009 I guess, and at first I wasn't sure what to think about her. The whole situation caught me of guard, but once I became accustomed to it, I realized that this girl is the bees knees!! We have a gazillion things in common and think completely on the same wave length. I learn new things from and about this chick every time we hang out. I call her almost on a daily basis and if I don't then I Facebook her. (Yes, I Facebook a lot!) She knows everything in my life everyday and even sometimes probably too much lol. She's the kind of friend that you can NEVER unfriend even if you wanted to because they know just wayyy to much about you. She is the kind of friend that truly means it when she says she will be there, regardless of the situation, to the best of her ability. She's a pretty darn awesome best friend if I do say so myself. Alicia is the new girl lol. I met her in October but it turns out that I actually went to Caney Creek with her in the 10th grade while she was a junior but we did not know each other. I did know her brother though, he was in a couple of my classes and I'm pretty sure he liked me, but I was quite delirious when it came to boys back then, always thinking they liked me when they didn't, you know typical teenage girl stuff. But anyways, back to Alicia, turns out that I make friends fast in any situation because after 4 months of knowing this girl, she has already been granted best friend status and normally that takes much longer lol. I am picky about friends and who I let close to me because of many "friends" that I've had in the past. So the term best friend is not used loosely in Fefe Land. She is helping me out so much and has given me a wonderful opportunity. I must say that as far as bosses and friends go, she is totes amazeballs!!!

All of the girls I have talked about are all one of a kind friends and each have proven to be my best friends over and over. I cant imagine what my life would've been without them in it. I hope yall read this so that you know how much you mean to me since I know that I do not tell you enough. Thanks girls!!!

Song Lyrics to "Make New Friends" or the "Friendship Song" whatever it is called!

Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver, the other is gold.   A circle is round, it has no end. That's how long, I will be your friend. A fire burns bright, it warms the heart. We've been friends, from the very start. You have one hand, I have the other. Put them together, We have each other. Silver is precious, Gold is too. I am precious, and so are you. You help me, and I'll help you and together we will see it through. The sky is blue The Earth is green I can help to keep it clean Across the land Across the sea Friends forever We will always be