Still Just Me
I Wanna Talk About Me
- Savannah, Georgia, United States
- As you can see, I am still just me. 27 years old, born and raised in Savannah, Georgia. Almost 9 years into a relationship with the man I gave my heart to. We are the proud parents of 3 dogs and 2 cats. You will see them all here, a lot. I lost my mother November 18, 2008. I am now struggling to live life without her, but I have an amazing boyfriend and fantastic friends to help me through. Oh, and Duct Tape is the best invention. EVER.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Holy Lizard Spit, Batman!!
Monday, December 20, 2010
What did you get from work for Christmas?
I don't mean to sound ungrateful, I am not. I just like making fun of people who think I am evil because I have tattoos and enjoy drinking adult beverages with gay people with tattoos and I say 'FUCK YOU ASSHAT' a lot.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Oh no she didn't...
Well, HELLO there! I know it has been a hot minute since I have written but I have good reason. I HAVE A JOB!!! I started back in June, and today makes my 6 month mark with them. I’m at another law firm in Downtown Savannah. Except this time I have an AWESOME view, sadly though, not hot lesbian to take smoke breaks with. On the 13th floor (yes, 13, no, they didn't ‘take out the 13th floor’ as my brother-in-law thought…fucking idiot).
Windows on one side face east, down the Savannah River toward
And the other windows face south toward
In other news…Catie (the sister/cousin) FINALLY got married. They have been together for 8 years and have a beautiful baby girl,
Master Wog and I still going strong. Just celebrated our 7th anniversary last month. AND he got contacts and a NORMAL beard. So handsome.
Last month also marked the 2nd anniversary of my mother’s death. And today would have been her 49th birthday. It has been rough, but I know she is probably dry humping Patrick Swayze right now, so my mind is at ease.
We also lost one of our cats back in July. We had no choice but to put Flea down. But I am positive that Mom is taking care of him (in between Swayze humpings, of course). This is my most favorite picture of Flea, he was sunning in my reading chair.)
Other than all of that, we took in a stray in June. And by stray I mean my forty something unemployed uncle. At first it was lovely, he helps cook and clean, BUT he has a move out deadline of December 30th. We can’t take it anymore. No extra play money, and there is always, ALWAYS a third wheel. How in the hell are Master Wog and I supposed to boink in the living room in front of the fireplace like savages if there is a grown man sitting there watching the National Geographic Channel and insisting that he knows a guy who knew a guy who was in Africa and killed the mother of the elephant that was just on TV with a sling shot from 100 yards away... Right...mmmhmmm...sure...
I sure do miss sharing all of my drunken, stupid, meaningless, idiotic and HI-larious stories with ya'll. My goal is to return like I never left. So, here I am!!!! Now buy me a drink.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
TAG!!! I'm it!
Monday, April 26, 2010
The Burn: 1 Year Later
A little size comparison for your eyehole.
Now, go sit and think about that. Any why you should never fall asleep drunk with a heating pad on.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Sand in my mouth and sun in my eyes
One thing, if anything, I can say that rocks about Savannah is the beach. I have lived here all of my life. Approximately 15 minutes from Tybee Island.
You may have heard of a little movie called The Last Song with the chick that is famous for wearing a blonde wig and is also Billy Ray Cyrus' daughter. It was filmed last summer on Tybee. With all of the cameras and movie stars and groupies that come along with a movie production. Needless to say, Tybee was a little over populated last summer.
Fortunately, there are no movies or teeny bopper stars down there this year. So us locals can enjoy the beach again in all its glory.
I took a little me time a week or so ago. I packed up my lawn chair, some sunblock and a book and drove down to the beach.
It was amazing.
And I have this to prove it.
I could not imagine living in the middle of the country, far away from sand and sun and seagulls. I think I might just take another little trip this week.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Holy shit on a popsicle stick
(Yes, that would be the bassist on the far right, yes, that one, the one with the GIGANTANORMOUS beard.)
Is it just me....or do you see something similar here?