It's day.

20 Since Momma was put into the hospital, and I think that I might have had a slight nervous breakdown and/or panic attack. But I kept my cool and slowly but surely Momma is getting better and better. Yay!! 964 Since I left my old life behind in Tennessee and decided to move to Indiana to start over. I have to say that I'm extremely glad that I made that decision. 7 Since I decided that I may or may not want to let my guard down just a little bit and now I would just like it if they would allow things to go completely my way. 8857 Since the cutest tiny little dark-haired baby was born and her Momma held her so tight that she could have burst. Spoiler alert- that little dark-haired baby was me. 19 Since I've smoked a cigarette. Only twenty-one days to break a habit, right? 2080 Since I met and fell in love with SOA. 1 Since I talked to my old friend that isn't even really my friend anymore. We fell apart, but I'm trying to be the bigger person, so when she seemed upset I messaged to check. I guess karma really is a bitch. 437 Since I started this whole blogging thing. 961 Since I've been single. And that decision? Possibly in the top five best decisions that I've ever made. I'm going for no more jerks for me anymore. Only nice guys. 2185 Since I graduated high school. How old am I sounding right now? 176 Since Austin Winkler left Hinder. 589 Since I started the job that I am at now. 263 Since Nsync reunited for a tribute to Justin Timberlake at the 2013 MTV video music awards, resulting in my inner tween heart doing somersaults. Since that's the only way I can do somersaults. 4166 Since I went to the theater to see Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. And I still love it, even to this day. #NerdLife. 579 Since I decided to chop my long hair off, and immediately regretted chopping all of my hair off.   

*Please note that some of these dates may not be entirely accurate, but it's my best guesstimate work.

This is why

[Let me be frank. Plus, I love the name Frank. Sorry.] I haven't dated in a really long time. The last relationship that I was in really did a number on me, for the plain fact that it made me look at things and re-evaluate the decisions that I had been making in that department. After I broke up with him and moved, I decided that I wouldn't date for awhile. I thought to myself- I'll just take some "me" time, there is no since in rushing into anything. I'm not ready for it, nor do I want it. I want to figure out what I want out of a relationship, or if I even want one at all. To me, those are important decisions that one should ask their self.

That was nearly two years ago. I still ask myself those questions and I'm no closer to finding the answer. It has nothing to do with the idiot that I was with, because Lord knows I don't think about him unless someone brings him up, but rather the fact that I want to make the right decisions in my future relationships. I don't want to date someone just so I can be one of those girls that has a boyfriend. I don't want to give up things that I love and do things that I don't want to do. Maybe that sounds spoiled and I'm being completely irrational, but that's how I feel.

I'm not saying that's what all relationships are like. I'm not that jaded. But there are a lot of people that change and completely lose their own identities when they're with someone else. I don't want to be one of those people. I might not have everything figured out. Actually, far from it, but I do know what I do and do not want.

Be prepared. I'm about to sound like a completely horrible person. Sorry, but I'm not sorry. 

I don't want to live with someone. I think that people should have to live together before marriage to see if they're compatible. Just my opinion. Well, I've done the whole living together thing on two separate occasions. You know what I learned? I learned that I don't like living with my significant other. Nope. I don't like the idea of waking up with them every single morning, and seeing them every single day, and going to bed looking at them every night. Sorry, I just can't do it. It's not in me. If I really like that person and love spending time with them, then that is great! However, I like my own personal time, alone, to do what I like to do. I like going where I please, when I please, and not having to "check in" with someone when I do.

I don't want to get married. Let's talk marriage, shall we? I don't like the idea of it. For me. I think for certain people marriage is a lovely, healthy, wonderful thing. Sometimes the universe can't have made two people more perfect to be married to each other. But me? I have no desire to be married. I never have. You know how they talk about little girls planning their weddings with barbies and coloring books? I was not one of those little girls. I was the other little girl that was running after her big brother and his friends, because they would all piggy back me. I didn't want to marry them, I just wanted them to carry my chunky little butt around. Like I said you should live together before marriage, and I don't like the thought of either.

I don't want kids. I know, I know. The entire universe just came together for one collective gasp of horror. But I'm just speaking the truth here. I'm not a kid kind of person. I came to terms with this fact a long time ago. I'm not one of those women that's "motherly instinct" kicks in at any given moment. In fact when a kid is hurt and they need help, I don't leave them laying there bleeding or anything, but my first thought is- "How would we fix this in the nursing home?" I try to be good with them, I really do, but I'm just not. I can barely keep my own shit together and remember to wear pants. Add to that? No, thanks. I want to be able to go home to relax in my pjs and watch TV.  

I've done the dating thing and the relationship thing. I don't seem to be very good at either. I've tried and put a lot of effort in. But every time I think about getting super serious with someone I panic. Literally, panic. One time I was talking to a friend of mine at work about it and puked and had a full blown panic attack. Why? Because the prospect of it was so daunting and overwhelming. She said it's because I've never really been in love.

All I know is I know what I want. Finding that? Completely different story. I want someone that's sweet, kind, caring, compassionate, honest and really into me. Is that so much to ask? I don't go for looks. Looks fade and then you're stuck with an asshole the rest of your life. Looks are over-rated in my opinion. I don't care nothing for them when it comes to dating. I mean, I'm not exactly what you would call attractive, so why should I think someone else should look like Jude Law? I don't. Maybe I'm weird, I don't know, but I could care less what someone looks like. However, finding those other traits in a guy is impossible too. I basically just want someone who wants to hang out, watch TV and have sex with only me. Among other things. Is that so much to ask for? Apparently, it is.  

Why am I telling y'all all of this? I should really stop, but I can't.

Now, if you get passed all of that stuff I'm an even bigger mess. Remember when I said that I'm a horrible dater? I was not exaggerating. I really, truly am. I get super nervous and about fifty million questions run through my head. Questions like: What if he's a serial killer? Hey, you laugh, but it's a real thing. Ever watched Criminal Minds? Read about BTK? Googled the Craigslist killer? I don't care how well you think you know a person, looks can be extremely deceiving. What do I wear? Everyone knows that I'm not exactly the most fashion forward girl for my age. Maybe it's from where I haven't dated that much, but I have no clue what to wear on one. Is jeans to casual? Is a dress too much? Flats? Heels? Well, I can't wear heels anyways, but still. Like I said, I'm not what you would call "attractive" anyways, so what the hell do you wear? Can I order the fajitas instead of a salad? I like salad. Salad is delicious and nutritious, and I could eat it all the time. But say we're out and the restaurant had shrimp fajitas. I love shrimp fajitas. So, can I order them without being overly-judged, or is the proper thing to do mean ordering the salad? What's the ladylike thing for this particular impasse?  

Do I pay for the date? I know that traditionally the guy pays for the date. I've read enough books and watched enough movies to know all of that. However, all the guys (which isn't that many) that I've dated (except one) had me pay. So, have I just dated a bunch of losers? Or are the girls supposed to pay for everything now? I mean, I don't want to seem horrible, and I don't mind paying my way, but I was always told growing up by everyone that that's the guy's thing. I also don't want him to feel weird, so what do I do? If we "hit it off" and I'm into him, how soon is "too soon" so I don't look like a skank? Like I said, ladylike. However, it's been a really, really long time. TMI? I know what I look like naked, it's not very appealing. Can I ask to keep the lights out? I see me naked everyday. A couple times a day actually, and I don't see anything impressive and/or appealing, so what's the guidelines on this? What? Can I ask to keep the lights out? Turn the lights out? Or wing it? Do I let them see everything? I'm not ok with that. I get nervous just thinking about it. No, thank you. How much do I tell him? I can't believe I'm about to admit this, but I mean, why stop now, right? Like I said, I've dated. But I'm not exactly that "experienced" if you catch my drift. I'm sure you do by now. I mean, I've been told that everything I do is great, but I don't really know. I was a late bloomer and get embarrassed when it comes to my own situations, so what? Do I tell them that or do I just wing it and let them think what they will? Further more, should I read up on this stuff? Or something?

If I could just find a real nice guy that I could hang out with and be real good friends with, that would be great. I don't think that's gonna happen either though. So?

The worst three days of my life.

Last week I noticed that Momma's face looked a bit funny. No, I'm not being mean, I'm being completely serious. Something was just not right. I told her that she had two choices. One) She could call her doctor and get in- immediately...or... Two) I was taking her to the ER- immediately. Those were the only two options. She called her doctor and went in, and they sent her over to have an MRI. The MRI came back and said that she was fine, but they diagnosed her with bell's palsy, which however inconvenient, is not serious or life threatening. We were relieved and happy. That was all on Thursday.

Friday- April 25:
I was at work doing the deposits when I answered the phone. They asked for me by my full first name, and the only thing that I could think was that I was in trouble, because the only time someone uses my full name is when I'm either in trouble or it's one of the people I grew up with. I knew that they weren't calling. It was Momma's doctor. Doc: Have you seen your mother in the last 24 hours? Me: Yes. I saw her around two/three hours ago. Why? Doc: Well, you need to go to her and take her to the ER immediately, because we found abnormalities on her MRI. Me: What?!! Umph!! *$@!#$!! Doc: Now, don't panic, we just need to do this precautionary. Me: You do not start a conversation like that! You start with don't panic! So I called Momma and told her that I was headed home, Danielle took me (thank you Dani) and when I got there I told her that we were going to the ER- NOW. I woke Jim up and off we went. I was a nervous wreck and I know that Momma was to, but she wasn't letting it show. We were admitted into the ER and they hooked her up to the monitor. A million different doctors and nurses came in and out and after three grueling hours we were informed that she had in fact had a stroke. It was so scary and like everything came crashing down. I immediately reverted back to the nursing home and started thinking off side effects, therapy, and everything else that accompanies stroke patients. She was admitted into the hospital and they took us to her room. She had another MRI, and we were told that over the next couple of days that she would have more testing done. After that we basically just hung out in her room and tried to relax. Like that was going to happen. People came to visit and by the time the evening rolled around it was just me and her there. I wasn't going anywhere without her. She wasn't aloud to walk a lot, because of her medicine, so we did the only thing that there was to do. Watch TV. A night of The Back-up Plan, Sheldon, and Rob Dyrdek.

Saturday- April 26:
After a sleepless night, there was more testing to be done. We were informed that she wasn't going to get to go home for at least another day and that things were looking bad, but a little better. I know, right? Talk about ass backwards. After having an ultrasound on her neck, another MRI, a CT Scan, and having about 23 tubes of blood taken, she was pretty beat. I tried to bring her spirits up, and it seemed to work. I even drew on the pain scale board. You know the board that shows you the different faces raking pain from one to ten? Yeah, that one. It made her smile and laugh and I was so happy to see that. Her face was still drawn and her balance shaky, but all in all she was doing pretty good. We met with the neurologist and physical/occupational therapists. We were told that she had had a stroke on the left side, and also had bell's palsy on the right. Talk about a double whammy. She was of course wore out and wanted to go home immediately, but i talked her down and told her that she couldn't go anywhere until we figured everything out. Kenny and Jim came to visit us later that evening and Momma made me go with Jim to get Taco Bell. She also made me promise to bring her back a taco, because hospital food- yuck. After all of that, I helped mom take her shower like I had the night before and settled her in. We watched Tangled, some other random shows, and of course more Sheldon. Sheldon always makes Momma feel better.

Sunday- April 27:
This was the day that we would finally get some real answers. Although we knew that she had a stroke we weren't exactly sure to what extent the damage had went. She had to have a heart ultrasound done, to make sure that there were also no blockages anywhere in her body. Aunt Susi and Uncle Roger came to visit (hi guys!). They stayed for awhile and we all talked it out. I had helped Momma with her shower earlier and braided her hair, so needless to say she was feeling pretty fancy :) A little bit later the neurologist came in and talked to us about her condition. Thankfully the stroke was minor and hadn't done to much damage. Unfortunately some spots appeared on the MRI(S) that looked as though they could be multiple sclerosis (MS), but not necessarily, so she has to go back for a follow-up with the physicians. However, they discharged her home and she was out of there like she had been in Alcatraz for thirty years. Aunt Susi told me to take one of my vacation days for Monday so I could stay home and get some rest. (Thanks, Aunt Susi).

I'm back at work today. Momma is feeling better and we're pretty optimistic. Even though I'm worried every minute of every day, but I don't tell anyone that, because then they'll worry, and they don't need to do that. Also, Aunt Susi is picking me up for work (thank you again!!) and she has enough on her plate as it is. So here I sit. Telling you that those three days were the worst of my life. I was scared and felt beyond helpless. You never imagine something happening to your loved ones until it does. To me my Momma is the strongest, greatest woman that I have ever known, and to see her like that is mind boggling. She keeps telling me that I don't have to be the strong one. But I do. I have to be the strong one for her. I know that we have a long way to go, but knowing that she's going to be ok lifts a giant weight of worry off my brain. Does that make sense? So here we go. Take all of her meds. Check. (Both of us) Quit smoking. DOUBLE-CHECK. Making her as healthy and able as possible. We're on it. I'm just happy that she's not going anywhere for a long, long time.

I would look good (not really, but go with it) if I knew it all

As a girl we are expected to be able to juggle many things at one time. A whole lot. We are supposed to be able to juggle a family, a job, extracurricular activities, and look really good while we do it. People are always telling us to have our hair done, our makeup applied, and dress like we're gonna meet the love of our life every day. We are supposed to look our best selves- AT. ALL. TIMES.

With that being said, let's be honest for a minute. I don't have the time, effort, nor the energy to be doing all of that everyday. I commend the women who do/can, but I am just not one of those girls. And I don't even have kids or husband/boyfriend (I can feel you judging me right now). So if I did I would be an even bigger mess than I already am. And that's saying a LOT. To put it as blunt and honest as possible- I am a BIG OLE MESS. And that's being gentle. There really and truly are no words for it.

(I just wanted an excuse to show y'all a picture of me and Tayder!!)

Hats are my friend. I like to wear sweatpants and leggings with baggy t-shirts. And I don't care who has a problem with it. I've always been comfort over style, and I don't foresee it changing anytime soon. Don't get me wrong I like to dress cute, and I don't wear sweats at work or anything, but at home or going to the store I look like a hobo. I hardly ever wear makeup on the weekends, and if I didn't work in an office where I'm meant to look at least presentable I probably wouldn't on weekdays. I love makeup, but it takes so much time to apply right. 

And my hair? HA! Let's talk about my hair for a minute. I got it cut and colored about a month and a half/two months ago and I love it. However, that doesn't keep me from wearing it up in a ponytail/messy bun thing (and by messy bun I don't mean the cute ones either, I mean just messy). My hair is naturally wavy, so in order to fix it and make it look good I first have to blow it out and then straighten and/or curl it. Do you know how time consuming this is? Don't get me wrong , I have the time, but to be perfectly honest I'm lazy and even though I want to look good, I don't want to put forth the effort. I know, I'm horrible. Sorry, but not sorry. With all of this being said I would like to put something else out there. There are certain things that a girl can do to improve her looks immensely, and if I knew how to do them then I would look so much better. I think I forever look like a hobo though. I like my hobo ways :) Don't get me wrong, I've tried to do these things, but just can't seem to comprehend or get the hang of these things. Number one would be putting together cute outfits and wearing them all of the time. I try to do this, but I fail miserably. And it's EPIC. Sometimes I end up looking like Liza and weird Al's love child. Like I said- EPIC.

Is it Fat Tuesday or Pancake Day??!

Today we celebrate Mardi Gras. When people think Mardi Gras they think beads, boos, and boobs. Not necessarily in that order. You know I'm right.

However, for those of us that don't live in awesome New Orleans (I'm assuming that it's completely awesome, I don't know for sure because I've never been, but I think it's a safe bet) we celebrate with cake. And beads. And we still have to go to work, because- Hello! No one else is paying the bills people.

 Don't judge. Just because I get cake for breakfast doesn't mean that I'm still not too tired to smile properly.
P.s. Why does my dark brown hair look reddish orange in this picture??

So this morning at work we had cake. And it was delicious, because like I said- it was cake. 'King Cake' if you want to get technical. We all took pictures of it, of each other, and of course Aunt Susi got a picture of me licking the Baby Jesus covered in icing, that I'm sure she'll use for future blackmail purposes. Jokes on you Aunt Susi- that icing was delicious!!

They informed me of the fact that you are supposed to eat cake for Mardi Gras and we call it "Fat Tuesday" last year at work. (It was my first year here). But today thanks to Instagram and Yahoo, I've seen about a million (I'm being overly-dramatic) people calling it Pancake Day, and there are pictures of pancakes everywhere. So my questions are- Is it "Fat Tuesday" or "Pancake Day"? Do we get pancakes or king cakes? Why can't we get drunk at work in honor of this day? Just thought I'd ask. Happy Mardi Gras Day!!

I should've stayed in bed today.

I have literally screwed up every single thing today. Basically, if it could go wrong, it did. It's ok though. Yep. I'm going to make it through the rest of this day and then crawl into my sweats (and the fetal position) when I get home. Why? Because I think that's just safer for everyone at this point. I need a drink. It's been a horribly long day, and I think that my eyeballs might melt, yes I did in fact say melt, out of my freakin' head in a matter of minutes.

I should've staying bed today, in bed's where I belong, as soon as I got up today, things started going wrong, I got a splinter in my foot, my puppy made me fall, I squirted toothpaste in my ear, I crashed into the wall.

I knocked my homework off the desk, it landed on my toes, I spilled a glass of chocolate milk, it's soaking through my clothes, I accidentally bit my tongue, that really made me moan, and it was far from funny, when I banged my funny bone.

I scraped my knees, I bumped my nose, I sat upon a pin, I leapt with alacrity, and sharply barked my shin, I stuck a finger in my eye, the pain is quite severe, I'd better get right back to bed, and stay there for a year.

People are nicer when I look like a Hobo Batman.

I wore my hobo hat and my Batman shirt on Saturday. And by my Batman shirt, what I really mean is- Greg's Batman shirt that he's NEVER getting back. Like, ever. It's officially my new favorite shirt in the entire world. It's because people are so much nicer to me when I wear it into public. People who I could walk by every day, that have never even glanced in my general direction let alone made conversation with me, are all of the sudden nice. Is it true? Is that the power of 'The Batman'? I mean, after Ben Affleck plays Batman I don't know how everyone will feel about it, but for now- I. Am. Awesome. Perhaps I should explain a little more so you don't feel the need to lock me up in the bin. You know what I'm talking about.

{{I'm a horrible blogger, because I didn't anticipate on writing a post about my outfit for last Saturday, so I only have a partially decent picture of me wearing the Batman shirt and glasses (only partial hoboing), but on the bright side- TAYDER is in it looking LIKE A BOSS}}

On Saturday I woke up early, because apparently when it's possible for me to sleep in, the clock in my head decided to go into warped speed and is all- You are NOT sleeping, wake the $*#% up. I don't know what it was about that particular day, but my eyes decided to be even more screwy with me than usual. So I hopped in the shower, and because I couldn't see had to "mime" my way through it. Do you know how difficult it is to shower when you can't see a damn thing? Well, let me just tell you it's hard. So after I mimed my way through it I found my glasses and had to wear them ALL weekend, because like I said- BLIND.

I decided to wake Momma up, because I'm selfish and wanted company, to see if she wanted to get out of the house and go have some lunch later. She indulged me, because frankly I looked a bit pitiful. I was to lazy tired to fix my hair or put on any more make-up than a little foundation to cover the red spots, so I just tucked all of my hair into the green hat that Aunt Susi made me and went on my merry little way. Sweatpants, flannel shirt, black jacket, green hat with all my hair tucked in, and my glasses. I looked like a real hip hobo. Not my words. I guess I had an Olsen twin thing going on. We did some things and when we went to lunch the waiter was really friendly. Like extremely friendly. Nice guy. Momma thought that he was "hitting" on me, but I disagree. I think he was trying to figure out if i really was a hobo or not. Whatevs. The point is, he was incredibly friendly.

We went home and I changed out of the flannel shirt, because- HELLO, it was so warm and lovely compared to what it has been. I was too lazy pre-occupied to go downstairs to get one of my own shirts so I just pulled one of Greg's out of the closet and put it on. Besides I love Batman too. Well, we ended up having to go to the grocery store and did I change? Hell no, I put my jacket on and went on skipping to my Lou. Not really. While in the grocery store walking down the canned vegetables I looked down and realized that I hadn't changed. When I walked back to the cart I looked at Momma and said- I just realized that I am a grown @$$ woman wearing a Batman shirt in public and laughed. The guy behind us heard me and said- Hey, there's nothing wrong with that, it's hot, and besides it matches my ninja turtle belt buckle. Y'all might think that sounds dumb, but let me just tell you- y'all it was love at NERD sight. He's probably married or way younger than me, but I don't care, in my imagination we are doing all of the awesome things that I think that a boyfriend should do with a girlfriend. Yep, in my imagination we are in nerd love. Kidding. Kind of. After the grocery store we stopped by the gas station and the girl working there continued to talk to me for ten minutes on how great my shirt was and how awesome I looked in it. Needless to say- Greg, you are NOT getting that shirt back. It's mine now. Sorry, but I'm absolutely not sorry. Not even a little bit. Like I said, people are way nicer to me when I look like a Hobo Batman. By the way, Aunt Susi informed me that she would absolutely NOT go out into public with me while I looked like a hobo. We'll see Aunt Susi. We shall see.

That time I made soup.

Before I tell you about my soup, take a little break and read the 13 things you didn't know about lust. I'll wait. Ok? Ok, as I've been saying for a few months now, there are a lot of things that I can't eat without it making me sick at my stomach. Honestly, meat being the biggest one. About the only thing that I can stomach anymore meat wise is hamburger. Needless to say- this has changed my eating habits drastically. I've always been one to eat fruits and vegetables, but now I find myself eating even more of them then I ever imagined. Katie? Healthy? Who saw this one coming? I love them and can't seem to get enough. This is probably a good thing, because even if it's not, at least it sounds healthier. So after dani found a recipe for "loaded tomato" soup online and made it, then Aunt Susi made it because Dani gave her the recipe, I decided to give it a try. I mean tomatoes and my love of soup combined? Yes, please. As I was cooking it Shy and Kenny decided to try it to, so I made more than enough. (We had a little leftover). By the time I was done making it and adding all of the extra stuff that I thought would be good in it, it kind of turned from tomato soup to taco soup. But that's ok, because I love tacos too! So since we all (especially me) loved it so much, and it was literally the easiest thing to make, EVER, I thought that I would share...

What you need:

• 1 can condensed tomato soup (I used Campbells)
• 1 can seasoned black beans (I used Bush's)
• 1 can whole kernel corn (any kind)
• 1 can fire roasted tomatoes (whatever you like)
• Taco seasoning
• A pot to cook in and a spoon to stir

Get your pot ready. Open all cans. Drain the corn and black beans. Dump the soup, fire roasted tomatoes (juice and all), corn, and black beans into the pot. Stir until warm and mixed together thoroughly (I added just a little bit of water to make it a bit soupier, but it's whatever you like best). Put taco seasoning in little by little, dependent upon your taste, however much you like. Let it finish cooking together.

See? I told you that was the easiest thing to make ever. And it was so good that the only way to describe it is- DEE-LISH-YASH!! Yeah, it's so good you can't even spell words right. Shy and Kenny loved it to. And all the leftovers got eaten. Shy asked me why I was just adding stuff together instead of following the recipe. My response? I DO WHAT I WANT! And we were all glad that I do. Even people on FB were asking what I put in it, because it looked so good. It smelled amazing too!! There is just nothing bad about this. I think everyone should try it. I know I'll be making it a lot more.

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.

Two Kinds Of Evil.

I'm speaking of course of the fact that I went to the Doctor on Monday, and the two "Evil Dead" movies. I know it's a little weird and they don't exactly go together, but bear with me. Ok? Thanks. As was said on Monday, I went to the "lady doctor" to have some tests run. Let me just say that I am totally against being a woman, and I can now understand Chaz Bono's outlook on wanting to be a dude! Being a woman has it's perks, however somewhere down the line it was agreed upon (by unknown sources-probably a drunk guy) that women would have to endure a mountain of uncomfortable/painful/embarrassing moments in their lives. Thanks for that. Tools. My Doctor is a very nice woman, and she makes me as comfortable as possible, but really how comfortable can you be when in that position? (pun intended).

At some point when she was using her "microscope" for the Colposcopy, I'm pretty sure that she turned into the Devil. Just saying. She was still incredibly nice, and trying to make sure I was ok, but unbeknownst to either of us at some point either she or her "tools" were possessed. Why? Because it hurt. Not a constant/scream your head off/curse everybody around you kind of hurt, but still a little painful. Yes, I'm being a tad overly dramatic, but that's my right at this moment. Deal with it and move on. She did the colposcopy/biopsy with the colposcope (that's the microscope part-it's the forceps and other tools that are bad-that's what they say-I say their the tools from hell-potato, potatoe) and we discussed the different things that are going on with me. I've had a biopsy done before, but it's never pleasant no matter how many times you have it done. (I lost like 12 pounds in a month-so Yay!).

My Doctor said that it's a good thing that Women do this stuff instead of Men, because if it was Men then a bad event would be horrible, and a horrible event would be catastrophic. She may have a point. It would be nice if no one had to do it though. All in all though, the tests are over and done with and I go back in two weeks (July 29) for a follow-up. She put me on Metformin, and I take two of those a night. Plus I have to continue to take all the vitamins and stuff that she already has me on. I'm 23 years old and officially feel like a little old lady. Not anywhere but my purse either (where I keep my medicine and apparently the rest of my old lady stuff). Nice.

I'll keep everything about the Doctor updated on here, that way even I can remember it. Aside from that I watched the remake of The Evil Dead last night. Everyone that knows me knows that the Original Film is one of my all time favorite movies. I can't help it. Bruce Campbell is a hero of mine. So of course when I heard that the remake was coming out I was all "Yep, I'm going to have to watch that". Well, I watched it. The original is still my favorite, but I have to say the remake is good. All I can say about the remake is **@@@%$#@#%^&^%&""!!!!