Shanon’s Blog

Did you know that people really do take their cats for walks? I didn’t know this. I always thought it was a myth. But I never went to snopes.com or anything…

I went out last night to see if my bike tires need new tubes because I need a hobby. So bike riding with friends seems like a natural choice. But my bike has been sitting in my garage for a long time now, so I can assume that I need new ones. But I wanted to try and air up the existing tubes to make sure I won’t be wasting cash on new ones when I don’t really need them. So I was walking to my garage to do this when I see a lady walking kind of funny. She kept turning in circles like she was looking for something. I look a little harder and see that she’s looking for her cat that is sniffing the bushes on the end of one of those extend a leashes. I was taken aback because while I’m sure this happens all the time, I’ve never seen it. It was a pretty cat. A Persian, I think. Black. Anyway, the point of this story is that I saw a cat on a leash. Big deal, right?

I’ve made a realization over the past week that if I don’t go straight to the gym from work, I’m not gonna go. I’ve been so tired and have had so much to do that once I get home I don’t really want to leave again. At least not to go work out. I think I’m keeping my weight pretty OK just eating halfway decent (for the most part). Maybe going to the gym could be my new hobby. I don’t know. Or I could ride my bike to the gym. Hmmm. That’s a thought. I would rather go and ride my bike to the ice cream shop, but I’m lactose intolerant and don’t need the calories, so I probably won’t be doing that.

Have you ever had one of those hot dogs from the vending cart outside of the Home Depot? They are so fantastically good. I’ve not had one in years, but unless they changed the recipe or something, they are great. You should give one a try if you come across one.

I’m so ready for the summer to be here. I want to water ski SO BAD. It’s a little insane. The water isn’t quite warm enough yet and I don’t have a full length wetsuit and I’m trying to be cheap right now so I can save up for Mexico so I’m not going to go and buy one. I’m chomping at the bit, though. So excited.

We are having another house party a week from Saturday, according to Keith. I don’t know how excited I am about this. I’m sure I will be once it’s a little closer, but now I’m just  thinking  about how obsessively I’m going to want to clean. I would do it anyways, but not with the pressure of knowing that other people would see it and judge the cleanliness of my apartment. That stresses me out so bad, but Keith wants it so I guess I won’t throw too much of a fit. So, if you’re reading this and you have my cell number and I might possibly know your face, you’re invited. Text me for details.

I’ve been driving for a few years now, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a dead person on the road before. I did last night though. I was driving and there was nobody on the street. Then I came up on like 6 cars pulled over on the side of the road, all with their hazard lights on. I slowed down to make sure that I didn’t need to render aid or anything and saw a lady lying in the road and it looked like she had blood all over her. There were people giving her CPR and I heard sirens coming, so I knew it was taken care of. I really didn’t know just how bad it was, though, because I got ready for bed and then heard a helicopter landing in the middle of the street. That’s an eerie feeling. Knowing that what I just saw was so bad, they had to call Care Flite. I never realized just how loud a helicopter really is until then. I’m not complaining, I’m just saying that I really didn’t know.

Other than that it’s been pretty non-eventful, I guess. Dinner with friends. Many more failed attempts at naps. Although I did go to Academy Sports and Outdoors and bought letters to rename my boat. I paid $12.99 for 146 letters and intend to use as many of them as possible. I had a 4-letter name picked out, but I feel like I’d be wasting about $12.50 worth of letters if I just went with that. So now I need ideas. There’s not a whole lot about me or my life that I’ve not talked about, rapped about, sang about, or blogged about. So use that info and help me decide on a name. But wouldn’t it be so funny if we went to all this work to name the boat and then it didn’t run? It’s way used…cheap as can be. Truth be told I’m not even sure that the thing floats, but I’m going to try and be positive and assume that it does and ask for your help deciding on an amazing name.

Wow what a weekend. It was one of those where maybe I should have drank a whole lot more because I would’ve felt better about it, but I didn’t, so why question things now. I can’t go back and change it…even though Goodness knows I wish I could take back the last week.  Anyways, here goes nothing.

I barely slept last week because my mind wouldn’t stop. So by the time the show ended on Friday I was ready to pass out. I find comfort in sitting by my pool because there is a water wall and little fountains that have a calming effect on my mind. So I went out there and ended up falling asleep for an hour and a half. I’m so stupid. I wore shorts and a white tank top that left absolutely the worst tan lines imaginable. The tag was sticking up on my shorts and left a bad burn line. Go to the homepage at kiddlive.com to see the picture. It’s bad. And I’m not fat in the picture…I’m SWOLLEN.

Friday night was the morning show night out. It’s funny because Big Al made me cry when we were trying to plan it all. I asked him if he wanted to tailgate and his response was “will _____ be there?” That’s all I needed for a little in studio meltdown. I was laughing trying to find the humor in the fact that I was also crying, but the two didn’t mix very well. So I looked like a stupid idiot for the third day in a row. The day before was a rough one because all of the stuff I said I wouldn’t talk about had just happened and as soon as I get in my car I hear the song “Whatever it Takes” by Lifehouse. There are two songs that could have been on the radio and cause the reaction I got when I heard this. That song and “No Air.” And as random as it is and as few times as I’ve heard that Lifehouse song on the radio I swore that God wanted me to cry. He got his wish.

 We had a pretty OK time on Friday night, but I also realized that Al has no game at all. It’s SAD. He worked so hard to get these girls to show some interest in him, but it wasn’t happening. In fact I was sure that the two were more than friends. After reading the texts that they exchanged afterwards I’m not so sure, but it certainly seemed that way at the time. When they buy a shot for me and then offer to take me home…seems like things could’ve been questionable. I didn’t go because that would have been the worst thing I could have done regardless of what they meant by take me home. So I went home and drowned my sorrows in Jack in the Box tacos. I think I threw them up as I did every meal since Wednesday, but whatever. It was good going down.

Saturday was kicked off with drunk kickball. I suck at kickball and that may be a good thing since you had to chug everytime you made it to second. I think I made it twice at the most. And when I did get on baser they would throw a beer right in my face. Beer in the eyes doesn’t feel very good. It was awful. I slid into second base one time and got scratches and burns in the worst spots. It still hurts. I’m pretty sure that by the end of the game I was covered in enough beer that you could have easily gotten drunk had you licked me. No joke. And to make things worse I had every intention of going home and showering, but instead Keith took me through the drive thru and I ate and passed out.  There was no showering for me before we went to Kelly Chesney.

I think I have figured out what I need to do to make a lot of money fast. Buy a field near a place that has concert and sporting events and stuff like that. It’s beyond me how they can charge $20 to park in a field with no pavement. Not only is there no pavement, but it’s got more ruts and holes and places with the potential to get stuck than anyplace I’ve ever driven my piece of crap little car. I was sure that I was going to have to somehow be pulled out from getting stuck before I finally did park. But if it’s legal to charge this much to park in completely unkempt field…I’m missing out.

Yesterday was spent at mom and dad’s because I’ve not been over there very much. Mom made chicken salad because it’s my favorite. I took a nap and played with the dogs. My everything was swollen from falling asleep at the pool on Friday and getting mega burned then drinking on Saturday. Not a good combination, but it’s what I had so I dealt with it.

I’m sorry government but I’m convinced that all the dumb people of the world gather at the tax office when I go there. I don’t understand why getting a stupid registration sticker has to be so freaking hard. Maybe I’m in an awful mood and that’s not helping any. I don’t know. But it’s simple. Have your license and registration. Hand it to one of the two workers they have there to accommodate all 9,000 of us. It’s pretty easy. Then give them money. It’s not complicated people. If everyone would follow this incredibly easy process I could get in and out much quicker and it would make my day a lot less crappy. With that being said, now I will move on.

I can easily ramble on about pointless stuff for a little while to keep my promise and not talk about my crap. So, here goes.

Have you ever played slothball? A bunch of people are getting together tomorrow to play it and I’m kind of scared. One it’s got an 80’s theme and I have nothing to wear. 2 I’ve not been drinking very much and have no tolerance and can’t even begin to imagine me playing drunk kickball. Then we are going to Kenny Chesney to tailgate. Jc, Kinsey, Keith, Jaron, some guy Keith wants to bring, and me. Jaron is my “date.” Every part of me wants to stay curled up in my bed all weekend to try and get some of this funk out of my system, but my face can’t take much more swelling.

I had to go and get my hair colored yesterday and I feel so bad for Todd (Steven Keith Salon…Lemmon Ave.  in Dallas, TX if you want a nice guy who is great at what he does) because I know I was a nightmare client. I couldn’t carry on a conversation to save my life and I started to fall asleep about half way through. I’ve not slept well this week and I guess it’s catching up to me. No amount of Hydroxycut can keep a person awake when they’ve slept like 6 hours since Monday.  What can I do though, right?

Anyway, that’s pretty much it. I wanted to tell everyone to check out 3 albums if you haven’t already.

Leona Lewis, Madonna’s new one, and even the new Ashlee Simpson. I’ve got them on iTunes and can’t seem to get enough.

I knew yesterday would be another interesting day when I didn’t wake up until 15 minutes after I should’ve left the house. But I didn’t know how interesting it would be.

I didn’t sleep but for about an hour on Tuesday night because my mind wouldn’t stop. So by 8PM on Wednesday night my head was ready to explode in a million pieces. My sister came over to see me because I needed her. She brought an ice cream cake with her but I couldn’t indulge because food was not my friend yesterday. And, even though I’m light headed and could easily pass out right now, I don’t want anything. I guess it’s my protest to those who say I’m too thin. I’m gonna get thinner.

I’ll be honest. I promised I wouldn’t blog about what’s going on in my life and I intend to keep that promise because the caring too much continues. I know that not telling about what’s happening goes against everything I’m supposed to do, but it’s out of my control and too many people could get hurt or made fun of or whatever. So I will just not say anything until I can’t not say anything anymore.

With that being said I got nothing. It’s funny how one emotion can comsume a person to the point that I’m consumed. It should be easy just to switch gears and deal with it at an appropriate time. No crying at work or while the lady at Guerros stares at me. No tears on the bread isle at Wal Mart. No locking myself in the green room here at the studio because I’m a huge baby. Gotta stop all that.

Anyway, I won’t bring you guys down with me so I’ll just stop now until I have happier things to say. So there you go.

How do you know it’s gonna be an interesting day? When you don’t hear your alarm go off 6 times and then when you wake up, it’s ten minutes after you should’ve left. Nothing like waking up with the first words out of your mouth are “Oh crap” (but a more upset word that I cannot put on here). On the up side I made it to work without getting a ticket.

I wish that I had a big and exciting weekend to tell you about, but I don’t. The truth is that I didn’t feel very good for a lot of it, so it was wasted on me laying on the couch or in bed a lot. There’s really nothing I could have done about that. It’s not like I was just being a bum and wouldn’t get off my butt. This morning I woke up feeling like crap all over again. I don’t know if I’m getting sick or if it’s just a girl thing or what, but I so don’t feel well. And it’s the worst kind of not feel well where my stomach just won’t quit. I won’t get into the details because that’s gross, but ugh it’s bad.

I’ve been watching this Justin Timberlake HBO special that I Tivoed over the past three days. I can’t get all the way through it, but I will say my goodness that guy has talent. I wish I had an ounce of his talent. He can sing, dance, play guitar, piano, and I think the drums. I taught myself how to play “When the Saints Go Marching In” on the keyboard and a single note on the guitar. I don’t really understand how it’s chosen who gets talent and who doesn’t, but I missed the boat. But then again I wonder if JT could write a Flo-Rhonda or a jingle like I can. He probably could…and probably even better…but I guess since I will never know for sure, I can keep the theory of his not being better than me at those things. But I’m not delusional enough to deny that he probably is better than me.

Keith and I spent some quality time together over the weekend. Went to Taco Bueno, but it wasn’t really us eating. It was more him. I had a Muchaco (but I was truly gagging as it went down) and he got the number 3 with extra, extra chips. I LOVE me some Taco Bueno, but I just didn’t feel good. He initially asked me to go and I said no, but then he got sad face and I realized that it had been a while since we had gone, so I said ok. I made him listen to my new cleaning CD. He gets so sick of my cleaning CD’s because he hears them over and over and over. Poor guy. And the worst part of it is that we just signed a new lease, so he gets to hear it until at least June 1, 2009. Our rent went up, which seems weird because I would think that it would go down. It’s like my 5^th lease with these apartments and every time I end up paying more than I did before. Is that baakwards or is that just me? I thought about maybe subletting Taylors old apartment for a minute, but I wouldn’t be able to have Keith come with me. So that idea didn’t last long. Then I thought about leasing it as a second place to stay when I didn’t want to make the drive home from work or whatever, but then I realized I can’t afford an extra rent check every month. So Keith is stuck with me for 12 more months. Awwww.

Things are pretty good in life still. My mom picked up two boxes of Chicken in a Biskit’s for me at Albertsons the other day. I have to go grocery shopping bad, but I don’t want to. I’d rather not eat than go buy stuff then stand in line and have to unload it and carry it upstairs by myself. Does that make me lazy? That was rhetorical….no need for posts saying that it does.

I get stressed out sometimes and need to find some release. For me the release is cleaning. Not just dusting the shelves and loading the dishwasher, I mean full on can’t walk in my apartment without being overwhelmed by bleach cleaning. So I did that yesterday because I just felt anxiety and nothing else was going to bring me back down to even. And I’ll be honest. I overdo it. If you walk into my apartment the day after you’d never know it because it never seems to stay clean, but I swear I’m weird about having a clean place to live. Kidd accuses me of never taking a shower, but I do every day and I insist on a clean tub. Which is a pain in the butt because I have a garden tub and I always get bleach all over the clothes I clean in leaning over the side. I’ve ruined so many pairs of sweat shorts to bleach stains. And then I forget what rag I used to clean with the bleach product and I accidentally wash it with my regular towels and stuff…and then I get big bleach spots on the regular stuff, too.

Today JC and I are going to a school to host a talent show that’s a Kidd’s Kids fundraiser. JC says we have to entertain in between the acts. Why am I nervous? I thought I’d just kinda stand there and talk to the kiddos and stuff. I do like to call myself an entertainer (but that totally doesn’t mean that I am one), so I’ll get over it. I’m just a tad nervous now.

My road to good health is going well so far. I had steamed veggies and string cheese for dinner last night. But then I made cookies, but I only had one. I’m so hormonal and I can tell because that’s the only time I crave sweets. It’s especially weird because sometimes I have to have a Snickers bar, but I don’t too much like chocolate or nuts. I can always tell when “it’s” coming because of what I crave. And it’s the worst because I already feel fat and gross but if I don’t feed my cravings it’s all I can think about. Have you ever spent the day and every other thought was a Snickers wrapper? Who wants to live like that? Not me.

That’s pretty much all for the moment. I will try and do a better job of blogging and hopefully next time it will be a little more interesting. I guess we will see.

It is ONE month until we leave for Mexico and my plan to be hot is in full effect again. I’ve eaten like crap and I’ve just been tired and happier doing things other than constantly sweating it out in the gym or on the football field. I’ve got other stuff going on that makes me feel way better about life, so I guess an extra couple of pounds is worth it because I can’t seem to get enough.

I’m in a place where I’m so content and so good with where I want to go that I’m probably messing up way more than I would usually if I didn’t think I was in such a good place. Personally, at least. It’s kind of like when you’re walking with a full glass of water and you tell yourself “don’t spill, don’t spill…” You’re so focused on telling yourself not to spill that you don’t see the huge rock on the floor in front of you and instead of spilling a little drip or two of the water, you spill the whole cup and probably break the glass while you’re at it. I need to learn to take a good thing when I have it and not spend too much time worrying about screwing it up to miss out on the good things.

Anyway, enough about my setting myself up for mess ups…I think I want to list a few things that bother me again.

Skinny pants are still at the top of the list

People who sit thru a red light in the right hand lane when they could easily be in the center or left lane. If I’m not in a hurry it’s OK. But it always hits when I am.

Trains that block the road when I’m in a hurry. Never fails. And I live in an apartment complex surrounded by railroad tracks and I seem to be in a hurry or dead tired a lot, so they are ALWAYS there.

Donut shops that make you have a minimum purchase in order to use a credit card. It’s illegal and it takes a lot of donuts to spend $4, so on the rare occasion that I do go to the donut store, I’m in a quandary. I watched the investigative report on these stores having a minimum purchase and know it’s illegal, so then I wonder if I should call them out on the illegal business practice. I’m not a cop or anything so I always decide no and find a way to spend the whole $4. I guess luckily I rarely eat sweet stuff, so I can’t say too much more about it.

People who stare at me when I’m busy rapping out in my car while sitting behind a car in the right hand lane. I could be the spawn of Eminem. Is that worth staring at?

Toothpaste that doesn’t have a long lasting after taste.

Food that gets caught in my teeth. Sometimes this even includes refried beans (and I LOVE refried beans) because the beans outside shell sticks to a tooth.

Silverware with water spots. I’ve come a long, long way in not letting this bother me, but it still does just a tad bit. When it’s from my dishwasher especially. I am sure that people judge me when they come over and need a utensil and all that I can offer is one with water spots. Or maybe I think way too hard about it.

It looks like I’m out of luck on finding the sunglasses. It makes me want to throw up because I just plain forgot them. I know a couple hundred dollars is not the end of the world, but as everyone knows money doesn’t come easily. So for me to be so completely irresponsible is just ugh. There’s nothing I can do about it now, but if I buy another pair I’m going to just duct tape them to my hand or something so that I can’t possibly lose them. I don’t want to think about it anymore. It makes me want to throw up.

I had a day to think about how much skinny pants really bother me and it’s worse today than it was yesterday. I just don’t understand. I guess it’s probably the same idea as people not understanding how I can wear Nike Shox with anything…shorts, jeans, an evening gown…and not care what they think. I don’t expect for my contempt towards the skinny jean to make anyone get rid of them or stop wearing them, but they still drive me crazy nuts. I see girls who wear them and I think they are just as bad. Why do these bother me so terribly much? Most of the time the girls who wear them shouldn’t be. So I get why they bother me so much. But the guys? I could not care any less about the body of a guy or the way a guy looks in his clothes personally. It’s all on the surface. I’m cringing typing this. I will say that if Keith ever came home in skinny pants I would lock the top lock and keep it that way until he put the pants that I threw to him from the window on his body and disposed of the skinny ones.

I need to get on the workout bandwagon again. I’ve just been tired and have no desire to do a whole lot physical. I have two softball games tonight, but I don’t feel all that well and would prefer not to play if I don’t have to. My neck feels like someone has slammed it with a bat and it’s hard to breathe and my eyes hurt and I just feel ick. And the fact that the games are at 8:45PM and 9:45PM doesn’t help either. That puts me home at about 11:30 and I get little sleep. It’s not a good time for no sleep. I don’t know. I should at least try and do something today to try and work out some of the soreness in my neck…I gotta figure out what that’s going to be. Maybe I will take Andrew to the batting cages. Probably not, but it sounds nice. And why would I go to the batting cages if I don’t want to play a real game. I make no sense sometimes.

I’m a little heartbroken this morning because I’m a dumb butt. I forgot my sunglasses at the hotel where we had a big meeting on Friday night and nobody turned them in.  Keith convinced me to invest in a pair of Maui Jim sunglasses. These are not cheap, but I could justify the cost because I am outside all the time and I’ve had lasik, so I need to take extra special care of them. So I spent this money on these sunglasses and I wore them at the cocktail gathering that was outside on a patio that evening. Lyndsey said that I could set them down on top of her notepad because they are sport glasses and don’t fold up all the way. So I put them down at about 7ish and when I left at around 10 something, I had totally forgotten about them. We called the lost and found and I even drove to the hotel to get them. They’re not there and I am so upset over it. I loved these glasses but I don’t want to spend that much money on another pair. I will wait a couple more days to see if someone maybe found them and wants to give them back. That would make me so happy if these sunglasses got turned back in. PLEASE!?!

On Saturday I swear that we met a vampire. I didn’t think too much about it at the time, but now all the signs point to this guy really being a real live vampire. He had that gray/white hair that real life vampires could have. He covered up his wrist with a bandana. He had big teeth. He wore his hat down low to keep the sun out of his eyes. He had very low energy while he was in the sun. I can say that I’ve never questioned meeting a vampire before, so this is kind of intriguing to me. He wore a red shirt…what color is blood? Wow. That was different.

I hate men in skinny pants. I think that the skinny pants do no men any kind of favor. It’s like rolling your pants up in the 80’s where no shoes could ever look decent. I don’t know why they bother me so much…especially on men…since I don’t look at men in any way other than you can’t really avoid them since there are so many in this world…But it pains me to no end to see a man in skinny pants. I don’t know why they bother me this much. Maybe I’m just jealous because there’s no way I could pull them off. But what’s wrong with having just a tad bit of flare at the bottom of your pants or leaving a tad bit to the imagination on the form fit of your legs. Ugh. I need to stop now.

Does anyone need a piece of junk couch? Maybe you need a giant chew toy for your dog. Maybe your kids need something to jump on. Maybe you need something to shoot your bee bee gun at. I don’t know nor do I care. I just know that I have a couch that’s been sitting in my dining room for months now and I have nowhere to take it. I’m going to just throw it out if nobody wants the thing. My dog gets to keep the love seat because she likes to sit on it and look out the window, but the couch is up for the taking. So leave a comment if you are in the area and want this thing. It’s nothing fancy but it is comfortable. So there ya go…