tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10179219483835805832024-03-04T23:59:54.630-06:00The Single Girl DiariesIt's hot. I'm going skinny dipping with the polar bears.Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-16294425170360056752011-09-19T17:49:00.005-05:002011-09-19T17:59:11.427-05:00Music Monday - Something About a TruckI had forgotten about this song until today when a friend told me it would be available on Itunes next week. <br /><br /><div><div>I have to say there is something about a truck. :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3U3wNel6Hck?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-43170549591521125432011-09-15T12:54:00.005-05:002011-09-15T13:01:46.387-05:00Things I Dig<ol><li>Flea Markets.....not fleas.</li><li>Dove Chocolate Promises. Such a stress reliever. That's my story!</li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Stila</span> Lip Gloss. Seriously, best stuff EVER.</li><li>Scarves. It's that time of year!</li><li><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Backroads</span>. </li><li>Naps. Yes, I am 85 years old.</li><li>Beef Jerky. It's medicinal I tell ya!</li><li>Peace & quiet. I think I hear a bubble bath calling my name.</li><li>Fall. The season not the the act of.</li><li>When he kiss the dimple on my cheek. </li></ol>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-41678675009272456062011-09-13T11:28:00.003-05:002011-09-13T11:55:58.162-05:00Dunkin 'Nuts<div style="text-align: justify;">Several weeks ago there was a news story about a prosti-ho who was running her "business" out of a Dunkin Doughnuts. Apparently, if you asked for "extra sugar" with your decaf coffee, you were given an entirely different Dunkin 'Nuts menu. On some occasions she would even give discounts on her services. Ya know, you do what you gotta do to make the Benjamin's but discounting your "goodies" is never the answer.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wonder if she ever used the food in her "services". Something like a ring toss game or using the creme filling for other purposes. One thing is for sure, there is probably some man some where that asked for "extra sugar" and got a VERY big surprise. He is now their most loyal customer and has Type 2 diabetes.</div>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-11236885697148436422011-09-13T10:35:00.002-05:002011-09-13T11:12:56.762-05:00Music Monday - Adele<div style="text-align: justify;">So here is the Music Monday post.....on Tuesday. Sorry maybe one day I will get all my ducks in a row. I could blame it on my dad being in the hospital and the lack of time I've had but honestly.....there's a fella that I have been spending all my non-hospital time with. As most of you know I have a rule against talking about any current relationship I might be in. All I am going to say is he is amazing and I am happier than I can ever remember being. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">SO moving on here is one of my favorite musicians, Adele. Honestly, I like the Garth Brooks version of this song much better but apparently you can only find it on the movie Hope Floats. Yes, I realize this is not a new trendy song or whatever but I'm liking it. Enjoy!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S. I apologize for how random it all sounds, but you try writing a post in a hospital with doctors, nurses and vampires coming in constantly.</div><br /></div><br /><iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0put0_a--Ng?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-58674981813724745162011-08-30T18:14:00.003-05:002011-09-04T13:16:25.118-05:00Push and Pull<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(38, 38, 38); font-family: arial; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><p align="justify" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "><i>This was originally posted on my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">myspace</span> blog on April 3, 2007</i></p><p align="justify" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">
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<br /></p><p align="justify" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; ">What a way to start a morning!</p></span></span>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-75759785029165132772011-08-30T17:49:00.002-05:002011-08-30T17:58:08.358-05:00Pain with your Pleasure<div><i>This was originally posted on my myspace blog 10-28-08</i></div><div>
<br /></div>Overheard:
<br />Person 1: You have a gigantic hickey on your neck.
<br />Person 2: It's not a hickey...It's a bite mark.
<br />Person1: Is there a difference?
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<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Is there a difference? WTH?!?! Shame for even asking! Yes, there is a difference. And I will explain and enlighten since, you know, I've got nothing real to write about.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Hickeys Suck:</div><div style="text-align: justify;">There are several ways to get a hickey. Anything that sucks will do the trick. A vacuum hose, even a coffee mug that you've sucked to your chin will leave a mark. Umm yeah it sucks big ones...marks that is. Though, clearly the preferred method is suction from another persons mouth. A visible hickey is, like acne, an adolescent marker. To quote an experienced friend, it is "a concerted effort to brand one another" and is for teenagers fumbling around in backseats of their parents cars. Hickeys are soggy and require something of a time investment--quite a bit of sucking goes into a decent sized marker.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bite Me!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Precursor to a kiss, a little nip in the heat of passion may leave the same tell-tale bruising as the aforementioned hickey, but bite marks are a different beast all together. Biting is not kids' stuff. It's sweaty, heady, a litte pain-with-your-pleasure, I-want-to-devour you stuff. It's quick, surprising and worth the investment of a good all purpose silk scarf if concealment becomes necessary. Or it's a sign you are dating a vampire. Either way, it's hot</div>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-3385721158892167612011-08-23T19:48:00.003-05:002011-08-23T19:56:14.903-05:00Music Monday - Pistol AnniesSoooooooooo some of you may have heard me joke about needing a sugar daddy, this song will make you want one too!<br /><br /><div>Enjoy!<br /></div><div>
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<br /><iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fOKtbJfNLFk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-23045031448797955422011-08-13T16:33:00.003-05:002011-08-13T16:55:46.564-05:00Tampons and Oreos<div style="text-align: justify;">There is about to be some serious girl talk, so fellas read on if you dare.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My tampons have inspirational messages written on their packaging. (And just like that 5 men stopped reading and lost their lunch). It's no secret to some of my friends how bad this bothers me. When I open a new tampon I sometimes send out "Tampon Quote of the Day" text messages. They all have these nifty, sporty quotes. (duh they're sport tampons. I'm not sporty but a bargain is a bargain. And isn't competitive Cheeto eating a sport?) Things like, "Go for the goal", "Keep doing what you do best", and my personal favorite "Get out there and show 'emm what you got" . What I got is my period! I'm not showing that!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If real women were writing these I believe they would say things like "Put down the jar of Nutella and the taser", "The crying will stop soon" and "Lorena Bobbit didn't get away with it". <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Until they let me start writing the quotes I will be over here fondling oreos. </div>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-8966191437384056392011-08-07T10:24:00.003-05:002011-08-07T10:52:46.126-05:00My Current Obsessions<div style="text-align: justify;">Here is a list of my current obsessions:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1) Captain Crunch: If its good enough for the Captain, it's good enough for me. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2) Postsecret.com : This is my favorite website. The first thing I do every Sunday morning is look at the new secrets. It is like an addiction.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3) My Kindle: I've even given her a name. It's my most committed relationship. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4) Cupcake recipes: OMG. I think I have looked at every cupcake recipe out there.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">5) Ice coffee: It completes me.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">6) Purity by Philosophy face wash: I have converted numerous people to this. It's like crack for my face. Well, except it only does good things. <br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">7) Beef Jerky: I'm anemic. It's medicinal. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">8) Finding Bigfoot: Not the act, but the show. I <3 Bo Bo!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">9) Angry Birds: Bird is the word.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">10) Laying naked next to the freezer to recover from the heat.</div>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-22717234650951081482011-07-31T18:51:00.002-05:002011-07-31T20:23:57.297-05:00Music Monday - Johnny Lang<div style="text-align: justify;">Let me be honest for a moment, I REALLY wanted to use a Britney Spears <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">vid</span> for Music Monday this week. When I first started Music Monday I wanted to use music that isn't very popular, things you wouldn't normally hear on the radio. SO, in that spirit I present to you Johnny Lang - Lie To Me.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ENJOY!<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3tigVYfHVmQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-77975631216369347872011-07-13T19:29:00.003-05:002011-07-13T19:59:32.247-05:00Scuba Suits and Easy Cheese<div style="text-align: justify;">I had lunch with some lovely ladies a few weeks ago. When we get together it's like a circus of words and it's amazing! The gift of gab, we have it. The conversation can go from church to trannys in a split second. <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This particular day, the one subject I remember the most is "freak flags". While we didn't talk about our personal flags (I choose to believe we aren't freaks) we did talk about others that we knew. <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Let's face it most people have a hidden freak. Some people enjoy having their hair pulled, role playing, weird positions or "golden showers" (YUCK). Whatever your freak flag is, let it fly! Just don't pull that shit without warning. Nobody wants to be surprised by easy cheese in their cha cha.</div>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-56479455272896790122011-07-05T20:05:00.003-05:002011-07-05T20:15:51.973-05:00Faking It<div style="text-align: justify;">I've been faking the happy a lot lately. Between drama at work (drama is an understatement), trying to get adjusted from the move (ohh yeah so my home got destroyed in the storms) and male drama; I have been anything but happy.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you follow me on twitter you have saw the whining and the continuous pity parties (I am oh so very sorry and I promise to bring back the funny ASAP). To the rest of the world I am just as fat and happy as ever.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've faked lots of things in my life. I've faked crying, smiling, anger and heck even orgasms but faking happy is the worst. So as I try to come back to this whole blogging thing, please be patient. Oh, and for the record, yes guys we girls all fake it sometimes....and I'm not talking about being happy. ;)</div>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-90723078291102687312011-06-30T06:33:00.004-05:002011-06-30T06:52:56.723-05:00Chocolate Covered CrackIf you follow me on Twitter, you know my love for the crack heads. I realize its bad, but seriously these people act like the rest of us are calling the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mothership</span>.<br /><br />A few nights ago Peaches and I were hanging out at the Dollar Tree (yeah, we like to keep it classy).<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEituBCR7PiDqvzy1Q5G3_bykK8Z5LciZXUuC0_Tsdnk35nRZYuXobOmN9UhhLOcHreEY2oEqYfwrb3Ml8ZYHGKMq5Wqzf0jiTUpUqXlcwVqH6M6FoRqM1ScTzGJGDw5PHnh2ydnZIsi4mI/s1600/haletree.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEituBCR7PiDqvzy1Q5G3_bykK8Z5LciZXUuC0_Tsdnk35nRZYuXobOmN9UhhLOcHreEY2oEqYfwrb3Ml8ZYHGKMq5Wqzf0jiTUpUqXlcwVqH6M6FoRqM1ScTzGJGDw5PHnh2ydnZIsi4mI/s320/haletree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623976196644947138" /></a><br /><br />Like a ninja dropping out of a ceiling tile ,undetected, appeared the crackhead. She literally jumped in my face.<br /><br />CH: HEY DO YOU KNOW WHERE THE HOT CHOCOLATE IS?!?!?!?!?<br />ME: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Umm</span>.....<br />CH: OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOUR EARRINGS. I MADE THAT DESIGN. SEE... <i>showing me her wrist with a ginormous design just like my earrings.<br /></i><div>ME: ...........<br /></div><div>CH: WHERE DID YOU GET THESE, I JUST LOVE THEM. I MAKE EARRINGS AND SCARVES AND ALL OF THESE REALLY NEAT THINGS AND IS THE HOT CHOCOLATE DOWN HERE?<br /></div><div>ME: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Umm</span>.......<br /></div><div>And the crackhead walks off mumbling. Peaches and I couldn't do anything but stand there in stunned silence, we may have laughed A LOT too. Always be prepared for a Ninja Crackhead attack.</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. This picture is in fact NOT of the crackhead. This is some random girl that shows up where I am sometimes. </div>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-55754739537532386772011-04-10T17:53:00.003-05:002011-04-10T17:58:15.392-05:00Norah Jones - What Am I To You?Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I haven't blogged in a while and blah blah blah. Well, get over it. In the meantime enjoy this great song from an amazing artist that I have loved for YEARS.<br><br><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZBseZ6y7hDQ?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Enjoy!Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-63423402663075774042011-03-13T17:16:00.004-05:002011-03-14T12:09:14.095-05:00Seether-Country SongWarning: If you are expecting a country song, you might be sadly disappointed. Also I have no idea why I chose this song. No particular reason, just kinda thought it kicked butt. Enjoy!!!<br><br><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/efL4S0S997I?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-61519815859330280932011-03-07T13:19:00.003-06:002011-03-07T13:29:41.510-06:00Music Monday - AdeleI am in love with this song! Adele has an amazing voice. I highly recommend her new album 21.<br><br><br />Adele - Rolling in the Deep<br><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br><br />And just because I love you guys so much here is another one off of 21. <br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ti3t7MAwaaM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-21646841216788968552011-02-20T10:11:00.003-06:002011-02-21T17:47:10.552-06:00Music Monday - WEEZER!!!!It's a two for one special today!! I couldn't decide what song I wanted to post but I knew I wanted it to be Weezer.<br /><br />First: Weezer - Buddy Holy. You've got Weezer, Happy Days and Fonzie doing some kind of weird Russian dance. HOW CAN THIS VIDEO DISAPPOINT?<br><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kemivUKb4f4?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> <br><br><br /><br />Second: Weezer - Beverly Hills. You've got Weezer and Hef (not the Hof), ya know its gonna be awesome with Hef.<br><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HL_WvOly7mY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-80514369079633502002011-02-15T18:22:00.002-06:002011-02-15T18:27:36.790-06:00My Ears Can't Handle It AnymoreAn essential list of songs that need to be nixed because if I have to hear them one more time I might punch someone:<br /><br />1.) Katy Perry – Firework: Ok, I liked this song but O.M.G it is on every commercial and the E! Pre-Grammy show played it 9,422 times. Just stop!<br /><br />2.) Anything Taylor Swift has or will sing, EVER!<br /><br />3.) Tonight-Enrique Iglesias: The other version of this song, however, always leaves me stunned.<br /><br />4.) Blake Shelton- Who Are You When I’m Not Looking: I really like this song, but the radio stations are driving it in the ground.<br /><br />5.) Black Eyed Peas- Dirty Bit: SHUT UP ALREADY!<br /><br />6.) Usher- OMG: OMG is this your only song now! What happened to singing? If I have to hear you sing “Oh Oh Oh Oh” one more time I’m drivin to yo house and dottin your eye.<br /><br />7.) Miranda Lambert-The House that Built Me: Every single time you say something about your favorite dog being buried in the yard I just think “eww”. If a stranger walked up on my steps and told me that, I might hand them a shovel and say dig him up.<br /><br />8.) Lady Antebellum-Need You Now: I love Lady A, but I am beginning to think this is the only song they remember. I need you to shut up now!<br /><br />9.) Eminem & Rihanna-Love the Way You Lie: I’m gonna set your bed on fire!<br /><br />10.) Kenney Chesney: Every song you sing is about summertime, drinkin beer or football. YOU AREN’T IN HIGH SCHOOL ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-43106501396891612412011-02-07T18:46:00.002-06:002011-02-17T12:44:48.821-06:00Catfish and Curve Balls Pt. 2<div align="justify"><em>When last we left our curly haired little girl she was having her heart re-started by a catfish and the man she spent so many nights thinking of was sitting next to her being a weirdo.</em><br /><br /><em>Later that night</em>:<br /><br />TRC: It was good seeing you tonight.<br />Me: It was good seeing you too.<br />TRC: You let your hair grow longer and its lighter.<br />Me: Yeah, I guess I did since the last time I saw you. You didn’t look so bad yourself.<br />TRC: Thanks. So when am I going to get to see you again?<br /><br />There it is, the loaded question. Do I want to see him? Do I want to see if he really has changed? Do I want to know where his new house is so when this ends badly I can toilet paper his yard?<br /><br />Me: When do you want to see me?<br />TRC: I want to see you as soon as you can come over.<br />Me: How about Saturday?<br />TRC: That sounds good. I will see you then.<br /><br /><em>Saturday night. Approximately 8 p.m. Standing at TRC’s door.</em><br /><br />TRC: Well, well, well.<br />Me: What?<br />TRC: I never thought I would see you at my door.<br />Me: Well, I left some friends to be here so consider yourself lucky.<br />TRC: Come in and I will give you the grand tour.<br /></div><p>To Be Continued......</p><p><br /> </p><div align="justify"><br /><br /><br /></div>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-12055148039688686482011-02-06T14:53:00.003-06:002011-02-14T18:09:08.429-06:00Dance Me to the End of Love - The Civil WarsI know I have always been the Scrooge of Valentine's Day, but in honor of today I thought I would post this beautiful song for you to enjoy. Happy VD...I mean Valentine's Day.<br /><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_jSmtg7SoMI?rel=0" frameborder="0" width="480" height="390"></iframe>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-72864346485680466632011-02-06T14:48:00.004-06:002011-02-07T13:00:57.017-06:00Trace Adkins - This Ain't No Love SongA) This man is sexy.<br /><br />B) This song is great.<br /><br />C) This man is sexy.<br /><br />D) This video makes me want to do bad things to that sexy man.<br /><br />E) Did I mention that this man is sexy?<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LzegER-NapM?rel=0" frameborder="0" width="640"></iframe>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-34164955086231388072011-02-06T13:35:00.002-06:002011-02-06T13:52:09.771-06:00Curve Balls and Catfish<div align="justify">A few nights ago while having dinner with The Secret Society (we are such a fabulous group of ladies we have to keep our meetings secret or else we may be hounded by the paparazzi), I turned around and saw <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TRC</span> walk through the door. (I would have preferred the paparazzi). I believe my heart literally stopped beating for about a minute. I think the catfish I had just eaten had to swim up and give my heart a jump start. He and I had agreed on this whole “we can be friends” thing but never once did I think about what it would be like to run into him in public. <br /><br />Should I pretend not to have seen him? Should I act like he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">doesn</span>’t exist? Well, about ten seconds in to those thoughts my fingers did the thinking for me. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Texting</span> is dangerous when your brain has no control.<br /><br /> Me: Hey, I see you.<br /> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">TRC</span>: Ha. Ha. Ha. Whatever<br /> Me: Well, let’s see. Red Alabama shirt, blue jeans and phone on your hip like you like it.<br /> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">TRC</span>: Where are you?<br /> Me: Opposite side of restaurant, near bar.<br /><br />The conversation ended for several minutes. My thoughts turned back to times when he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">wouldn</span>’t meet my friends. Times when I was just his “friend with benefits”. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Hmm</span>…maybe we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">aren</span>’t really friends after all.<br /><br /><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">BZZZZZT</span></em><br /><br /> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">TRC</span>: If I come over will I ruin your image? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">LOL</span><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Ummmm</span>….WHAT? Come over? To the table? To the table where I am sitting with my friends!? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Umm</span> can you say <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">CURVE BALL</span>?<br /><br /> Me: Sure! Come on over. <br /><br />As he walks to the table my heart stops again. That fish is really getting his workout tonight.<br /><br /> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">TRC</span>: Hey. What’s up?<br /> Me: Just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">hangin</span>’out. Have a seat. <em>Patting the seat next to me trying to act oh so non-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">chalant</span>.<br /><br /></em>I introduce him to my friends, Thing 1 and Thing 2. We all make polite conversation and try to pretend that this is not the most awkward moment in the history of the world. Then, as if it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">weren</span>’t awkward enough..<br /><br /> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">TRC</span>: So I’m sure you guys have read about me in her blog. <br /><br /><em>Insert the most awkward of silences EVER!</em> <br /><br /> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">TRC</span>: I apologize for all that went on and she and I have talked about it and I believe we are okay. We are okay right?<br /> Me: <em>Finding a hard time finding the words to even say anything</em>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Umm</span>…yeah. We are good.<br /><br />He apologized to my friends! WHAT THE HELL? As if this situation could not have gotten any more awkward HE APOLOGIZED TO MY FRIENDS. <br /><br /><br />TO BE CONTINUED………..</div>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-66029606161845165842011-01-31T15:03:00.002-06:002011-01-31T15:19:57.259-06:00Wildflower-Janedear Girls<div align="justify">Annnnnd we're back. I promise I am working on a real post, but thought I would get us back on our schedule by posting a Music Monday blog.<br /><br />I found this song a few nights while cruising through I-tunes New and Notable section. Honestly, the only reason I clicked on it to hear the clip was because I had just had someone tell me I was a wildflower. After listening to it , I have no problem being a wildflower! Enjoy!<br /><br />P.S. I apologize this isn't the actual video but some legal guru has blocked it from being embedded.<br /><br /><br /><iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ethqdnl9fNY?rel=0" frameborder="0" width="480" type="text/html"></iframe></div>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-32071563541292500332011-01-17T18:09:00.002-06:002011-01-17T18:34:22.678-06:00Jar of Hearts - Music MondayYou guys should know by now that if I fall in love with a new song more than likely the video is going to be weird. Today's song is no different. It has weird graphics, interpretive dance and a Kat Von D look alike. That said, I LOVE LOVE LOVE this song. You all know my struggles with a certain boy by now. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TRC</span> comes back, acts normal for five seconds and then breaks my heart all over again. This video describes that so well, you know, minus all the weird ballet battling.<br /><br /><br /><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v_4O44sfjM?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8v_4O44sfjM?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017921948383580583.post-64980706480084444202011-01-10T09:20:00.002-06:002011-01-10T09:27:16.419-06:00Barton Hollow - Music Monday<div align="justify">I realize it has been a while since you guys have heard from me but I’m back and we have a lot to talk about.<br /><br />First, let’s start back on the right foot with a Music Monday post. I know that I have posted songs by this group so many times before, but they are just amazing. I am so excited about their first full album release February 1st. So sit back and enjoy Barton Hollow by The Civil Wars while I work on a new post for you guys.<br /><br /></div><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ooTyuRd9zSg?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ooTyuRd9zSg?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Waiting on cupid with my glockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00656314179713957319noreply@blogger.com0