For Kat

Over at 3 Bedroom Bungalow.

This is proof that Kitty wants Jessica....dead or alive.



And (not so much for Kat, but more for me and my paparazzi like obsession of taking random meaningless pictures of my animals).

THIS is proof that my dogs are FUCKING adorable.






Stick that in your pickle and love on it.

I don't even know where to start...

I am such a damn slacker. I have had sooooooooooooo many things to write about but just don't get to the computer in time and then I forget my brilliant (and hilarious) topic.

Dammit.

The most recent event was St. Patrick's Day in Savannah with Jess and Co. But you can go here and read about all of our shenanigans.

Although, I did take a few pictures for Captain Dumbass....

If I remember correctly, he kinda has a thing for storm troopers. We were all walking back to the car to refill our beers and I happened across this wonder...

Mad props to whoever did that. I giggled my ass off. Such detail. Such creativity.

I have approximately 267 MORE pictures from the St. Pat's parade and the drunken debauchery that went on late in the evening. But I won't make you look at them.

Other than that, I haven't really been up to much of anything. Still unemployed. Still watching CSI reruns on Spike.

Anywho, I just felt the need to share those few amazing pictures with you. Oh, and this one.

Just to leave you with a wee bit of cuteness for your ass.

Happy Birthday Booboo

So what, I am like...2...3...5 days late. But WTFever.

Ya'll may remember early last year, this post about my new cousin, Brooklyn.

On February 5, she turned 1. WOW. I cannot believe she is a whole year old.

Her party was this past Saturday. Catie and I decorated. And may I just say that decorating with a one year old is NOT FUCKING FUN. But we did it. And it turned out really great. But, I must share this wee bitty funny with you...

Poor Catie was so stressed, we were behind schedule. Brad (the fiance and father) went to pick up the cakes and food and stuff, so we were left with Brooklyn. We finished with the tables and streamers and everything, then we started blowing up balloons. After about the 40th balloon, Catie starts tying string to them. Then lets it go. She looks at me, positively HORRIFIED and says, "Why are they not staying up?! I need them to stay up!!" I just looked at her, completely speechless. Then her eyes started to tear up a little bit (mind you, she was QUITE stressed about the party) I said, "Caycay, you have to have helium if you want them to 'stay up'." Then I couldn't help it, I burst into laughter and she started laughing. We ended up taping and tying them to the walls. It worked. What can I say.

She will NEVER live that down.

I love you Catie. hehe...







And because I am so proud of how beautiful she is...here are a few more pictures of her...

...Already teaching Daddy how to drive...

...Walking with her Grandpa...

...Learning how to fix a four wheeler...

...And trying to poop.

An Era Has Ended

Last night, an important being in American history was laid to rest. You all may remember my lovely almost husband, Master Wog.



Don't worry, I didn't kill him. His beard, on the other hand, has gone home to be with tiny baby Jesus Mario.





I tried to see what Kane would look like with a beard.




I almost forgot how handsome he is. When he smiles. I must point out that by this point, he was telling me to stop taking pictures, so he refused to smile. Don't worry, I will be sure to pimp him out as soon as possible.

Wordless Wednesday

Because it IS still technically Wednesday.

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.

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.