Let's talk about a couple of things right quick- shall we?

Well, for starters, I watch a lot of TV- we all know this, moving on- I discovered a little something. The new season for The Following started, and of course I tuned in, because I got hooked last season. My favorite character is Mike Weston, who is played by Shawn Ashmore. He's a good looking guy, that just so happens to  be a great actor. I kept seeing him in a million things. Movies, TV shows, etc, etc. I kept wondering to myself- wow, this guy is so busy. How does he find the time for all of this? And then I learned something crucial to his schedule. I learned- it's not all him! He actually has an identical twin brother, that is also an actor. So all this time I thought that he looked a little different in each film and/or show, it's because it was between him AND his brother. Who would've thought? Good thing that they're both talented and good looking. So, other than that I thought that I would tell you a couple of thoughts that have passed through my head this week.

• Why is it so damn cold outside? I'm freezing. I wonder if anybody realizes how serious this weather is. Ok, so it's not that bad, but it's still so cold.
• Shawn Ashmore has a brother? A twin brother? An identical twin brother? Damn, that's just pure luck right there. I knew he looked different in everything.
• The Rock of Ages soundtrack channel on Pandora really is the best one.
• Aww, poor Deuce Berlin. He hurt his little paw. He looks pitiful with that big ole blue bandage on it. I remember using that stuff in the nursing home. Me and Charlie wrapped everything in that. Always do the "figure 8."
• Syfy has the best shows. First Lost Girl and now Bitten. These awesome Canadian shows must be Canada's way of trying to apologize to us for Justin Beiber. Well played Canada, well played.
• Thank you for letting me stay home on Tuesday from work Uncle Roger, but it didn't get near as cold as they thought that it would.
• That app that shy uses to talk to people from all across the globe can't possibly be safe. She'll end up telling them where we all live. Oh no- stranger danger!! I can't possibly be expected to not panic and/or be extremely paranoid about this.
• Joseph Morgan- Oh hew, I'd like to spread that man on a cracker. He's so, so, yeah.
• Blades of Glory is so funny, but it's so much better when you watch it with Kenny. 
• Let's watch New Year's Eve, because I've never seen that movie. Oh hey there's Lea Michelle. She dresses so cute. Oh man, I miss Cory Monteith, he was so my favorite. He was so cute/adorable. I miss hearing him sing. Maybe I should get the Glee soundtrack. Hey! There's Zac Efron. He really is very pretty. Look at his skin. He has great hair. Wow, watch him dance. He's so pretty, he's pretty enough to be a girl. He should've been a girl. If I think he should've been a girl and I'm still attracted to him, does that mean that I'm a lesbian? No, I'm not a lesbian. He's just pretty.
• I need to lose some weight. Maybe I'll take up yoga or something like Dani. It looks fun and/or relaxing. I already eat better, I can't hardly stand meat except hamburger, so maybe this might be easier than usual.
• I would marry Spencer Reid. I bet he would slow dance to- Let Her Go with me. Just saying.
• Poor Tayder, he wants to sleep all day. He's so cold. I wish it wasn't so cold out for when he had to go potty. I feel so bad for him. I'll stand right here at the door to keep an eye on him and make sure he gets in quick.
• I really am my mothers daughter.
• I need to move to Oklahoma so that The Pioneer Woman can cook for me. I would be so fat, and it would be so worth it. That'll go well with my diet.
• If I could delete all of the Nsync lyrics and choreography from my head, then I would have a lot more room for important stuff. How sad is it I still know all their choreography? Oh well, it's still awesome. Yeah, I said awesome.
• I wish that The Gilmore Girls was on.
• I should read one of my novels again. I need to get a couple more out. I guess I could re-read The Vampire Who Loved Me, After Midnight, or the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy again. I like those books.
• I think that I may be a bit addicted to Instagram.

And that's not good, because it's only Wednesday, and not even everything that I thought of. Can you imagine all of the things that go through my head? It's just so wrong. It's like a jumbled up mess in there. I would imagine that it would look like a snowstorm in Alaska, with a yeti eating a block of Velveeta, and singing Don't Stop Believing while hopping around. Just a guess. I don't really know.

I love my cousin, but there are times in my life when she makes me scream Yiddish...and we're (I'm) not even Jewish- Oy vey!!

I blame the fact that I use Yiddish so much on all of the years that Momma and I watched- The Nanny. We used to curl up and watch hours and hours of Fran Drescher, because, well, she's the shit that's why. I love The Nanny. Sorry, this isn't supposed to be about Frannie Fine. This is about my cousin. Well, one of my cousins- Ashley- because I have like fourteen million cousins in total. Seriously. Like fourteen million. I'm not even exaggerating. Yes I am. Let's just say there are a lot of us and leave it at that. I don't really know how to classify us. I know that we're cousins and I think that you would classify us under family and friends. I think. I mean we hang out sometimes, talk on the phone occasionally, give each other advice, and even have a few secrets between us. That counts as friendship, right? I don't know, whatevs.
{{By the way, please excuse the picture of me right here. I was going through some stuff. I put on some weight, chopped all my hair off (it was in the process of growing back), and never smiled and meant it. Give me a break. I worked through it and now I'm great.}}

Back on the real subject, I just thought that needed a little explanation. Anyway when we get together there is usually a lot of jokes cracked and a few foul words exchanged. What can I say? I have no excuse for this. It just makes me laugh. We talk about everything and when I say everything I do in fact mean everything. See even though we are related and she's around six years older than me, we have a few big things different. Number one being the fact that she's a lesbian, and I'm not. So that makes for some interesting conversation. have you ever been in one of those situations where you don't want to know something, but you feel like you have to know? Well, this is about how it goes for us. She used to like guys, and even has a daughter, but around three years ago I guess she decided to come out. I don't care that she's a lesbian, anyone that knows anything about me knows that I have nothing against that and to me a persons sexual orientation does not define them. Their character does. Just my personal opinion. However, since she used to date guys and now women and I like guys but haven't dated in quite some time it makes for some interesting conversation. Just saying. 

Well, a couple of months ago her girlfriend and her decided to move out of her house and into a apartment. I know, I was thinking the same thing you are right now. But of course I helped them move in the damn pouring rain, into an apartment building that interestingly enough smells like curry. I've always gotten along with her girlfriend ever since we met, she seemed pretty cool to me, but it's like I always say- you never really know a person until you have to live with them. Well, now that they've lived together for a third time awhile guess what? They have broken up and have to continue living together until their lease is up. Umm...AWKWARD. For them not me, I'm delightful. the women and men in our family seem to have a long string of dilholes exes. Some eventually catch a good one, but mostly we just have crappy taste. I don't know what we're thinking half the time. I finally learned, thank god! They would all agree with me. So tomorrow is Ashley's 30th birthday, and she text me yesterday to tell me about the turn of events taking place in her life, and asked me if I would come out on Saturday evening with her for a drink. Of course I put a little thought into it no I didn't and told her yes. However, I told her only drink, because this girl don't do no dancing. I also asked if she was going to be taking me to a seedy bar full of stout sweaty men that get handsy. She replied with only if I wanted her to. Sneaky. Tricky. Busted. I also informed her that we need to find a "hottie" cop. Yeah, you had to be there to get that joke. My bad. Apparently she needs a little "baby cousin" time and frankly I could use a drink. So we're going out Saturday evening, having a drink, talking some smack, and I'll be "moral support" while she figures some things out. I'm just sweet like that. Besides it might be nice to have a little non-judgmental girl talk. She says that I always make her feel better, because I'm fun, quirky and have no filter. I sound like quite a little catch now that I write it down. Just kidding. Sort of.

{{It is right now Monday- January 27, and Ashley gave me a "rain check" for Saturday, so we didn't go. Honestly I really wasn't disappointed. I know that's horrible, but I rented movies and ate McDonalds and had a nice evening...in :) We all know how much I like to stay in. Besides I went with Aunt Poot on Friday and had chili with them for her birthday, so technically I did my "family duty." Just thought y'all might like to know.}}

It's been years since I had a snowday!!

I would just like to go on the record by saying that this snow-ice-hypothermia-frostbite weather damn well sucks! Seriously, I don't like it not one little bit. I call bullshit. I am so COLD. I'm not one to complain about being cold constantly, but since I'm pretty sure that hypothermia is setting up in my fingers while I'm inside the house and/or office it's what I'm going with. I haven't been through this kind of weather in years. YEARS. I grew up in Tennessee. It gets really cold there, but not so much with the snow and negative temperatures. You can tell it's winter, but you don't wake up and assume that you have magically teleported to the arctic in your sleep. I also lived in Alabama and Florida. I don't know how cold it gets in Alabama, while I lived there it was the longest miserablest horriblest spring-summer-fall of my life. And it gets chilly in Florida, but a sweatshirt and you're good. The chilliest days are usually lovely. And by lovely I mean it's so sunny that I wanted to shoot myself. It's the rain that's the coldest when it comes to Florida. But now I have moved back north. Back to Indiana. When some people describe Indiana they say: home of the colts, the Hoosiers, the pacers, the fighting Irish, and the boilermakers. Birthplace of: James Dean, John Dillinger, Jimmy Hoffa, Anne Baxter, David Lee Roth, John Cougar Mellencamp, and the Jacksons. It's where: David Letterman started his career, Larry Bird shot his first basket, Jay Cutler threw his first football, and Jeff Gordon drove his first car. Some of the most famous people were born, raised and/or have lived here. I think all of this is so cool. Especially James Dean and John Dillinger, but for right now all of that is pushed to the side. ALL OF IT. Why? Because it's so cold that it eliminates everything that there is good. EVERYTHING.

It's been cold for a couple weeks of course, but then Sunday came. That's right- Sunday. Saturday Momma and I had run to the store because the news said that bad weather was coming and that people might be stuck in their houses for a couple of days. For one, when people think that they're going to be stuck somewhere and that someone else is going to have something that they don't they freak the hell out. People were CRAZY!! Two, basically is just repeating one. People are crazy! Anyways the weather started getting colder and it snowed on Saturday night. By Sunday there was a bunch of snow and ice and my car was buried. I went out with Momma and shoveled the walk-way and sidewalk and we possibly had a snowball fight. Unplanned. Then I may have tackled Shylyn into the snow, rolled us both down the hill and into the street and managed to shove a bunch of snow in her face making her eat it. OOPS.

Sorry, but I'm not sorry. It was hilarious and fun. Sadly I remembered that I haven't tackled a fourteen year old into the snow since I was eleven. And it was Greg's friend Corey. And I was sick. And he snuck me out of the house. And we all went sledding on a freshly painted car hood. And there was only like three inches of snow. And now that I think about it I'm pretty sure he wasn't fourteen, he was barely thirteen. And I got sicker. And it was totally worth it. Anyways, after all that it started getting COLDER...and COLDER...and COLDER...until it was eventually FREEZING. Literally. By nine Sunday night it was (-10) degrees and Aunt Susi text me to tell me that Uncle Roger had said to stay home from work on Monday. The temperatures and roads were that bad. It's a good thing to, because even though I had dug it out, my car was reburied. Even the Governor said to stay off of the roads and in your house unless it was an absolute emergency. I think that we were in a state of emergency. Honestly. So Monday was my first official "snow day" in many years. I'm pretty sure I haven't had one since I was in seventh or eighth grade. So very very long ago. So how did I spend my snow day?

Well, like any normal person, it was too cold to go outside. Really, it was (-27) degrees and dropping. So I spent the day curled up on the couch, drinking hot tea and hot chocolate, watching Criminal Minds with Tayder. Yes, all day. And I don't even care, because it was great. I came back to work today, but Uncle Roger and Aunt Susi had to pick me up this morning, because guess what? My car is still buried and I don't even know if it would start with it being as cold as it is. Poor thing. I wouldn't want to start. Hopefully Greg will dig it out while I'm at work. Yeah, fat chance. It's still freezing and horrible, but thank you for the snow day Uncle Roger. It's been a minute. Oh, by the way, did I mention that Greg's friend is stuck at the house with us and has been since Saturday? Yeah, I know. I'm creeped out too. He pets me and I'm thinking about punching him in the face. If he don't quit it's gonna happen. Seriously.