saw'em off (or tried to....damn t-sips)

so........ the boy decided to spring on me that I would be meeting his friends prior to last meeting of t.u./Aggies football game (damn you Deloss)here in the South, for a 7pm game against your bitter rival, the BBQ pit starts at dawn.. and the drinking isnt far behind.

after a screwdriver at 11am, you'd feel pretty chatty too

and having steaks offered to you several times (even though I tried declining due to not being an expected guest) doesnt hurt either ;)

but of course, I royally suck at daytime drinking.
*really I am awful at extended-time, paced activity. thus why I run 5ks and not marathons!


and got upset due to lack of affection/general progress in our dating relationship


and with all other emotions due to gma #1 dying this week, I cried.

i really hope his friends didnt see.
still pretty mortified. but you cant get a do-over so I guess if he likes me enough, he'll stick around!

daddy's girl

most self-respecting southern boys know this but it bears repeating....

never ever mess with daddy's little girl.
and for that matter, dont mess with daddy himself.

case-in-point.
gma #1 was in nursing home after broken hip, and not doing well due to an aggravated ulcer/loss of "spark"
gma #2 had been to dr yesterday due to severe lethargy and results would either be something super simple or super bad

I hadn't been dating kountryboy for a month yet even. but we felt even on our first date that we were inexplicably (and unusually) comfortable around each other.

he's originally from another small town about an hr from my small hometown, but only about 20 mins away from the other small town my dad works in
(small town is a running theme in my life, in case you hadnt noticed)

anyways I was home alone, not thinking anything of much except how rough the holidays would be if we lost gma #1 (note to self. dont dwell on how bad it is... it can always get worse) that I didnt expect to hear a knock at the back door.

imagine my surprise when the boy walks in (back in town an hour earlier than normal days) and we're chilling on the couch, cuddling and watching tv when my phone rings. its "home"
I almost ignore the call, but for some unknown reason, pick it up.
mom and dad are on the line with news about gma #2's results. and its bad. very bad
so I cry. he holds me. I listen to options, plan of action, worst/best scenarios.
and then at the end of the conversation, my dad asks about the boy. and this is surprising because I hadnt let on that he was here with me.
and as the certainty of his tone sets me off that something is different, I realize that the boy knew I was getting bad news tonight.

daddy had tracked down his parents through a mutual friend at work and they had passed dad's number to the boy and the boy and dad had talked.
**note that boy and parents have obviously not met yet as we've only been dating a month.**

I am in utter and complete shock. over the news. over my dad's tactics. over conflicting emotions over feeling like the boy has been drug into the inner circle much too soon vs my appreciation for this show of support.

and now all that's left is to take things day by day.... and deal the best I can

kountryboy wink

so about a month ago, I got a wink.

normally, not a big deal. but this guy has winked before. he doesn't look like my normal type.
actually... he reminds me of howdy-doody. maybe just a bad pic?
but hey..... persistence is pretty cute (until it gets stalker-ish creepy. thats just scary).

So anyways we start emailing.
3 weeks later he wants to meet up in town for dinner. sounds good. except that grandma #1 has fallen and broken her hip again (other side), and mom (god bless her heart) needs a reprieve from being caretaker + full time teaching job at h.s.
so she's here with me this weekend.

well when she finds out, she of course, shoves me out the door.
and I'm pretty nervous about him not looking like his pictures. it being the most awkward awful date ever (although,... with my dating past, that would be quite a record to beat).

Anyways I walk in and this lanky 6'3 guy with the biggest smile on your face walks up to me and says (in an adorable country accent)
"are you miss (first name)?".
and just like that we're off.

we shut the restaurant down after 3 hours of talking.

my face literally hurts from smiling so much.
and I cant remember the last time that happened (probably sorority rush my freshman year in college. ick)


ANDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD to top it off, he wants to watch Steel Magnolias (after me quoting it all the time) so we're heading to his place for a night cap.


eeekkkk!!!!!!!

meeting a guy I can even just *dream* of a future with is so exciting.
and fingers crossed xx we will have chemistry for that first kiss ;)

What do you get when you combine a PMSing woman + GPS?

a crazy b*t# who will hunt your @$$ down!


haha.... that one made me laugh so I need to share.
or maybe it just hit too close to home ;)

real friends...

"real friends know how crazy you really are….. and still choose to be seen in public with you."

and as a bonus ---- a fun Venn diagram!

I'm gonna give that boy a piece of my mind and a swift kick in the pants!

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Mullets make me laugh.

An employee in a near-by department has an honest-to-goodness mullett.
Poofy, feathered, farrah-style bangs and straight, razored-cut
shoulder length hair in the back.

And it just MAKES me snicker insidiously whenever I see her.

Hurry up weekend.....the hysteria is building and the craziness is
starting to rub off!!!!

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nOone in this household wants to listen to nObama.

Stupid state of the union made my TV choices: ''hellcats" OR ''eloise
goes to the plaza''.

Yet one more reason to heartily dislike nObama.....

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thunder thighs

my thunder thighs are literally wearing holes in my jeans where they rub

::sigh::

so much for thinking I was making progress...
I'll have to go fat-girl jean shopping yet again :((

And you might have to put me on suicide watch if I have to buy a
bigger size yet again