Thursday, August 28, 2014

I may not be good at sports, BUT I am a good sport.

Yesterday, I was minding my own business. I had been perfectly lovely all day, and when I got off of work we went home to just relax. Relaxing is nice. Especially since we've been doing a million different little things, and this girl hasn't really been sleeping all that much. But I digress. I was in my comfy night shirt with no pants on when my phone went off informing me that my Aunt Susi had tagged me in a video on Facebook. Well, guess what? She tagged me in a damn video, because she did the #icebucketchallenge to raise funds and awareness for #ALS research. Thanks a lot for that, by the way. What says relax like having a giant bucket of ice water poured over your head, right? But it's for a good cause, and great research is being done, so if it helps even raise a little bit more, why not?!

So, that's what I did. Cricket ended up doing it with me (same video), because she had been challenged by two different people, (remember?) and since I was already doing it, we figured we would just team up to kill two birds with one stone, because you know, global water crisis. Momma wanted to film it, Uncle Jim wanted to douse us in the ice water, Kenny wanted to point and laugh, hell even Tayder got in on the action when he accidentally got soaked, because he wanted to see what his mom was doing. It was too much fun.

It's been extremely hot these past couple of weeks, so hot that at one point I would have considered shaving my head if I thought that it would've helped. Yeah, that hot. We're talking boob sweat city around these here parts. I haven't even fixed my hair or wore makeup in almost two weeks. Why bother with all this humidity? I'm just saying. I challenged Charlie, Betty Lynn, and Uncle Darrell, but Uncle Darrell got all offended and was like- "What about our Veterans?!" And I was like- "Nope. I'm not having that conversation/argument, because I think that we should all try to help everybody out, so I untagged him and deleted his comments, that way when someone liked or commented on it, it wouldn't bother him. I like my life peaceful, anything I can do to eliminate stress- I'm there! So, anyways, the video is on Momma's phone and my phone, but I don't know how to share it from my Facebook to my blog or from my phone to my blog, or anything like that, but if I figure it out, I'll be sure to include in a little bit!

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Dear Corey.

Wow. I never thought that I would be writing something like this. Not with you. I mean, you're Corey. You're the boy that listened to me ramble on and on and tried to convince me that someday I was going to be a writer. Remember all of those poems and stories that I wrote and you listened to? I know that I must have been a giant pain in the ass, but you just smiled and listened and encouraged.

You were the boy that carried me home, up hills and hollers, because I was hurt and couldn't walk. I remember you telling me that I was going to be alright, and by the time we got home, I'm pretty sure that you were crying worse than me. You were the boy who gave me his sweatshirt when I was so cold. You bundled me in layers upon layers of clothes, when I was sick, just so I could go sledding a little. You carried me out, sat me on that car hood and commenced to pushing me up and down our hillside. Then you carried me back inside. You were the one that always told everybody that I was going to be on your team when we all played hide and go seek in the woods in the dark. That way you could 'protect' me. And you did. You made Johnathan eat our dust. You, Greg, and Johnathan used to get me into some of the biggest scrapes and trouble, because you guys would do something that you weren't supposed to, and all you would have to do is look at me with those big brown cow eyes and pooch out your lip, and I'd take the rap for it. And then you would just smile at me and I'd roll my eyes at you.

You were the one that taught me how to drive a three-wheeler, and it was your car that I wrecked for the very first time {shh...}. You got me started on watching the Resident Evil movies, and you let me re-write Puddle of Mudd songs with you. How cool did that just sound? If I had a nickel for everytime that we thought we were cool, and weren't, I would be a very rich woman. Do you remember the time that I asked you why you rewrote Mudd songs, but not Lynard Skynard? You told me not to blaspheme. And then you commenced to singing me every Lynard Skynard song EVER. But I didn't mind. I always had to sit on your legs on all of y'alls away games, and let me tell you being stuck between four football players is not necessarily as wonderful as it sounds for a young girl. No offense, but y'all stunk. Don't worry though, always on the way back, never on the way there.

You were just always there. Always. You were just another addition to our family, that we were incredibly lucky to know. You could have just been my big brothers gorgeous {I know you hated when I told you that you were gorgeous- haha} friend, and I could have just been the quiet/nerdy booknerd of a sister that had a crush on you. And I was perfectly happy for it to stay like that, but you were having none of that. You poked and prodded and aggravated until I finally got comfortable and the rest is history. You were my friend. I loved you. You still are and I still do. You will always be that beautiful boy that gave me guitar lessons and that carried me around when I was sick. Just so you know, I still can't play the guitar and I felt better days before you stopped carrying me. Oopsy?! You had a hard life. But within that hard life of yours, you touched so many of ours. You always put your arm around my neck, pulled me close and told me- "Katie Ruth {no, that's still not my middle name, but we never could convince you of that}, quit being such a punkass. Don't you know there's nothing a jar of homemade wine can't cure?" Well, old pal, I drank the wine. I drank the whole bottle, and you know what? I still don't feel better about this. I don't.

I'm sure that you know that I haven't really slept the last few nights, so I'm doing what you always told me to do. I'm writing about it. Here it is five am on a Saturday and I'm up writing on the computer. What I wouldn't give for you to be here to make me fried eggs for breakfast. You made me fried eggs every weekend and every day that we were out of school. I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you that I hate eggs. Seriously. Can't stand them. But thank you for doing it. Thank you for all of it. Everything. You know it all. I don't pretend to know about everything that happens, so you know what? All I can say is thank you for being my friend and for just being you. Sleep well, old friend. Love always, Katie "Ruth".

If you or someone you know is suffering from depression or having suicidal thoughts please contact The National Suicide Prevention Line and find help. It's never too far away. It's right around the corner. I have lost dear friends and people whom I've loved to this. Suicide is not an answer, it leaves behind a million questions. Especially- 'What if?' Please, and it's the people that love you that are left to pick up the pieces and try to answer those questions. None of us ever really move on with it, we just learn how to carry on with our lives, but it's there with us every single day. I can't stress to you enough to seek help for yourself or for others. PLEASE. Nobody should ever feel that alone, and no family should ever have to suffer through this. Personally, I have seen how it can impact a family and I wouldn't wish that kind of pain on anyone. Not even my worst enemy. So PLEASE find help. Like I said, it's never too far away.

Monday, August 18, 2014

I made peanut butter fudge.

Well, my friends, here it is Monday morning. And by Monday morning, I mean Monday afternoon, because I'm an adult and have to do responsible things like get out of bed, brush my teeth and hair, and work. Ok, maybe I don't exactly always brush my hair. And maybe I'm really like a seven year old at heart, but you know what I mean. Being an adult is the WORST. But enough about all of that.

I personally don't have anything against Mondays or anything. To me, it's just another day. Just like any other ole day. The way I figure it, if you hate Mondays that bad, just use your vacation days for all of the Mondays. But then people would complain that they don't have any more vacation days, because you just can't please some people. You know how it goes.

#TeamSpike Even after all of these years.
What did y'all do this weekend? Me? I did a whole lot of nothing. Seriously. I wish that I had some awesome stories to share with you, but that's just not the case. It's been rainy and gross. Frankly, it's just a bit disgusting, and puts me in a blah mood. But I'm sure I'm not the only one. I don't even really remember what I did Friday, probably nothing of substance, or I would remember it. I do recall not being able to sleep, so I stayed up late drinking and watching the show- Mom. Hilarious, by the way. I love it. And Deadly Women. Because, why not? I watch those shows all the time. Oh! By the way, Janya got moved from kindergarten to first grade, I assume because she is a genius, so- YAY! Congrats to Jayna and Dani (and Chris).

Saturday Momma and I ran to the grocery store and then came home. That was it. I'm telling you, it's really bad out. Then yesterday we ran over to Aunt Poot and Uncle Darrell's for a little bit, and Joshie took me up to Speedway to fill up my awesome ginormous jug, and then we went back home again. Bro and Shelley asked me if i wanted to get out Saturday and I just didn't want to. I didn't feel like doing a dang thing. So, I didn't.

Hatred is a very underestimated emotion ~Jim Morrison
Yesterday I watched part of the #BreakingBadBinge and recorded the rest of it, and also watched a documentary on Jim Morrison, because I mean, come on, it's Jim freakin' Morrison. Who doesn't love Jim Morrison? Just watching that documentary I wanted to go get a lizard wearing a crown tattoo. And if you don't understand that reference, then don't talk to me.    

Also, Saturday night I may, or may not have had popped one of my sleeping pills on top of some sinus meds and wine, and ended up making fudge at midnight, watched The Disappearance of Alice Creed, taught Shylyn how to trade/barter, plus make her draw my 'future tattoo', and finished by watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. I'll never tell you. But for the record that fudge was the bomb and I'm still 100% #TeamSpike all the way. Yes, even after all of these years. Angel can suck it, unless he's Booth. Then he's awesome. Ok, that's all I got. I'm sorry that this was absolutely nothing of substance. Lastly, if you want to know what in the hell is going on in all of those random photos of me, you can go check out my Instagram page and it will tell you all about it.    

Friday, August 15, 2014

Charlie Hunnam couldn't make it to Comic-Con.... and the results were hilarious.

This is why Charlie Hunnam couldn't make it to Comic-Con this year? Don't get me wrong, I wasn't there (not from a lack of not wanting to be there, because I did), but had I been, I would have been very sad to learn that Charlie Hunnam wasn't there. Because, damn it, it's Charlie Hunnam. He's awesome. Y'all know how much I love Sons of Anarchy (the final season (7) premieres in 25 days, by the way- yay!), so if I had the opportunity to meet the cast/crew and Charlie Hunnam wasn't there, I might break down and cry.

I would still talk to Kurt Sutter, Katey Sagal, Kim Coates, Tommy Flanaghan, and the rest of them, but I would be sad.

Ha ha ha.... got you. What?! How hilarious is that? Too hilarious, if you ask me! See, he really wasn't at Comic-Con, but they made this funny video for all of the fans. I think that he was actually filming a movie (Crimson Peak, maybe?), so he wasn't there. Isn't this video funny though? I thought that it was. I've watched it about a million times.

Also, I would ask Tommy Flanaghan what it's like to work with Mel Gibson, because I love me some Mel. What? You didn't know that he worked with Mel Gibson? Well, he did. They were in Braveheart together. Remember towards the beginning when there's a wedding, and then the soldiers show up and take the bride away to 'have their way with her' and her husband goes off, because hello, that's his wife! But then she comforts him and is all-, I'll do this, because they'll kill you if not, and your life is more important than this? Yeah, he was that guy.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Holy crap on a cracker.

Has it really been over a week since I visited my little Blogland paradise? Yes? Then I reiterate- Holy crap on a cracker. I would love to be able to tell y'all that I haven't been here, because I was off on some amazing vacation, in an exotic location, with a man like Jude Law. That way I could regale you with stories that make me smile, I could tell you that I drank until the sun came up, and show you pictures of all of the amazing things that I experienced..... but, no. No, that is not the case at all. What was the case then? Why have I been absent? Well, instead of being on said adventure, I was sick.

Yep, that's it- sick. And I'm not talking about a little head cold, or maybe a slight fever with the chills. No, I'm talking about high fever, puking, having the chills, couldn't sleep, couldn't move/lay/sit without more puking, kind of sick. And you know not to be dramatic or anything, because we all know how undramatic that I am **coughcough**, but I was pretty sure that I was going to die. Especially when my body had ran out of things to throw up come Saturday morning and I commenced to doing nothing, but dry heaving for the next 2.5 days. How long did this last? Well, they sent me home from work on Friday morning (actually, Dani forcibly removed me and took me home to make me leave) and yesterday was my first day back, but I had to leave around noon, Because I got sick again, so, five days? Five days?!! Five and a half?

Although, you would have thought that I had grown an extra head or something, because neighbors kept coming over to check on me. I'm pretty sure that I don't usually talk to them most of the time, nor did they really care, but they wanted to know what was happening. Our neighbor on the corner came over and seen me on the couch, put his arm around me, and then asked me if I thought that I had- Ebola. To which I replied- "Well, if I do, don't you think that maybe you should get out of my sputum zone and maybe talk to me from over by the TV?" He agreed and I kind of rolled my eyes. But then like seven hours later as I was puking I was all- "Holy crap! He's right! I have Ebola." And then I seen on the news that it was in California, but now someone in Ohio had it, and being the completely reasonable person that I am I told my Momma- "It's in Ohio! That's close to here! He was right, I have Ebola!" To which she rolled her eyes and told me my fever was making me delirious. Yeah, she was most likely right. She knows how dramatic I can be. 

Who knows. Anyways though, I hate missing work, because I think that it's dumb, but no one here wanted my crud, so I stayed away until I knew that I wasn't contagious and I actually feel a lot better today. I mean, I'm a bit tired and I won't be chugging beer or eating pot roast anytime soon (just the sound of that makes me gag), but I do feel a lot better. About damn time, right?

Now that I've explained myself, let's talk about something else. I don't really know what, but something, I guess. Well....while I was sick laying on the couch, writing my own eulogy (insert dramatic gesture here) I watched a lot of TV. I don't really know if I paid all that much attention to any of it really, because I was puking, but I did watch some. It really is amazing the amount of stuff that you watch when you're just laying there trying not to heave. I'll do a post later on about all of the things that I watched, but for right now, I just want to say- Deuce's Wild. I used to watch that movie all the time, especially when it came out (circa 2002- Stephen Dorff and Brad Renfro- Hello!). Not only did I forget how much I loved that movie, and forget half of the people in it (i.e. James Franco, Norman Reedus, and Matt Dillon), but also I realized that Drea De Matteo plays Betsy aka Stephen Dorff's (Leon) girlfriend. And y'all know what this automatically made me think of, right? Uh yeah, the fact that Sons of Anarchy comes back in 33 days. Yes, that's right, 33 freakin' days. I'm excited. Can you tell?

Also, you know how when I'm you're sick how you tend to, oh I don't know, be in a bad mood? Grumpy? Basically, everything just annoys you, even if you only think it and not say it out loud? Well, I had some of that going on. I didn't do anything that involved social media or internet (i.e. Facebook, Instagram, blogging, emails, etc.- I didn't even bother with my phone, I just left in on a table for days) until at least yesterday morning and I was getting caught up on everything I thought to myself- "Huh. Why am I 'friends' with these people? Why do I even care what they're doing? Why does her hair have to be so perfect? All. The. Time. Why did I like him so much growing up? Blah, blah, blah." Anyways, it's probably gonna take me a bit to get 'back into it', and I'm really sorry, but please be patient with me. By the way- HELLO!!