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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, December 16, 2009

Monday, December 14, 2009

Cleanliness is next to Goodwill, as long as you have trashbags

My aura has been cleansed! Thanks to my loverly friend Jess, my bedroom now looks more like a bedroom rather than a room at Goodwill.

I haven't done a complete clothes closet cleansing in approximately 4 years. WOW. So far, between Master Wog and I, there are 4 HUGE black trash bags SLAP FULL of clothes going to Goodwill. The best part, I haven't even gotten to the fucking closet yet. All of that was from drawers and stray shit that just got shoved into crevices in the black pit of house that is our bedroom.

I figured a good cleansing was necessary. See, what had happened was...my closet kind of....how do I put it....committed closet suicide.

We had one of those gangster wire organizers in there. Similar to this.

I was preparing to take a shower a couple weeks ago by picking out what I was going to put on. Standing in front of my closet, I pulled a shirt off a hanger...the whole fucking thing fell. Just flop. The top shelf was now on top of the shiton of shit that used to be a semi organized chaotic clusterfuck of shit. Mind you, this mofo was full. Absolutely NO space to hang or shelf space. No wall space, as a matter of fact. Strangely though, in my half awake daze of what-the-fuck-just-happened, my immediate thought was, 'Damn, I hope there wasn't a cat in there.'

I broke down this weekend and bought a new closet organizer. And beer to help me install it.

I begged and pleaded with Jess (ok, so I just asked her) to let me abuse her amazing organizational skills. And with a case o'beer and about 12 trash bags, we slowly made our way toward the closet. She helped me go through both my dresser and Master Wog's. Now, I am taking a break from going through all of the clothes and clutter on the floor of the closet. Holy shit, what was I thinking?

Hopefully I won't find a bogeyman.

Or a cat.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

I've been through the desert on a horse named Miller Lite

Well HI!! Here I am!

Wow, it sure has been a hot minute since I blogged, but I have an excuse...

Ok, not so much. I have just been sleeping in A LOT and rarely getting on the computer. So, Let's see...what's new in the world that is mine...

I bought this magnificent piece of floor decor for my cats to shit in.

I have been a jewelry making fool! I haven't sold anything, but have given several sets away as gifts. But I've found that I really enjoy making jewelry. I guess it is better than drinking, right?
This one I made from two different necklaces I owned that I accidentally popped in a semi-drunken stupor.
The newest. Made specifically for me.
I have dubbed this one "Space Balls", although I'm not really sure why.

The one above being one of my most favorite (hence the smiley face and 'L' charm.)

Love this. I call it my Zebra Balls when I wear it.
Red "Space Balls".

Kane was trying to help me get the necklace in position.

My leg is still healed. I opted out of taking a picture of the scar tonight because I had already showered and didn't shave. And I'm being too lazy to get up and fix another mixed drink much less go shave half of one leg. So maybe tomorrow.

What else, what else....OH! I still don't have a fucking job, but the Georgia Department of Labor is being quite kind to me.

Last month was realllllly tough. I went through the 6th anniversary of the death of my cousin. Master Wog and I celebrated our 6th anniversary. Six years since mom lost her leg, and last but certainly not least, November 18th was one year since I lost my mom.

Monday, December 7th, would have been her 48th birthday.

Needless to say, I was in a deep dark whole for the better (or worst) part of November. BUT, my 25th birthday is next week. One quarter century I have lived through. I am hoping to get completely shitfaced. I'm sure with my friends that can be managed.

I promise to actually make an attempt to keep up with this damn blog now. I have so much to tell, and so little brain room to remember it.