Shanon’s Blog

So last night was the flag football game and I would love to say that I was the MVP or that I even made a minute difference in the game, but I didn’t. I just showed up. I mean there was one time when I almost got some guys flag off of his hip when they were less than ten yards out, but that’s as much as I did. I’d love to say that I made the football clothes and taped pockets and receiving gloves look good, but I didn’t. I think I’ve come to the conclusion that JC hates me and doesn’t want me to be better than he is at football. That’s why he made me the letter D in the playbook…the one that runs forward and left every single play. I think the other team knew I wasn’t going to get the ball because I was wide open every single time I ran, but never got the ball. I thought that maybe if I yelled “I’m open” and threw my arms around in the air they would see that I was open. I even remembered to turn around and wait for them to throw the ball to me. But they didn’t. I’m not bitter…or maybe I am. I mean in tackle football I got to be the captain last week. Was I the pity captain? I tried out for the women’s professional football team a few years ago. I mean I went and did a lot of the tryout. But then it started raining, so I left. So you’d think that maybe I’d be a good candidate to give the ball to maybe once. But I think I’m the only one who thinks this.

All of these things really did go through my head, but I did have a lot of fun standing on the sidelines cheering for my teammates. They really did a fantastic job kicking the other teams butt. JC is amazing and Sunny J is, too. Al was a no show because he hasn’t felt good. Fletch was a no show, too. I am a little bitter about that. Here I am all excited because I helped us get enough guys and then they don’t show up. Boo them.

I do hope that I’m worthy of touching the ball at least once this season, but I’m just going to have fun running in circles looking like a moron on the field in the meantime. And if they never give me the ball I’ll just say that it’s because I’m too short and they can’t see that I’m open. Luckily there is a tournament softball team that might call me to play if and when they need me and I plan on getting on a regular league. I’m on the road to hotness.

After football I stopped by for my friend Vio’s birthday party. I drank water and left within an hour because I’m tired. I didn’t leave before knocking it out of the park with some “Baby Got Back” karaoke. In my opinion I knocked it out of the ballpark. In everyone else’s opinion an ounce of cheering or clapping might have been too over stimulating for me. At least that’s the theory I’m gonna go with. I don’t think I did that bad. I rapped most of the song and I even did a little sexy dancing. But I don’t think they got it or saw how energetic I was that late at night and didn’t want to add to it. I love a considerate crowd. Maybe JC could take a lesson from the considerate people of the world and keep that in mind next time we play flag football. He’s the coach. That’s why I blame him for my bitter feelings.

What’s going on this weekend, you ask? Well, I’m designated driver. Tonight we’re going to the batting cages. Tomorrow Marni’s coming over to my apartment and we’re carpooling to football, the BWW, and then the bar together. She’s my new BFF. I met up with her and her kiddos last night for dinner and to watch Kathy Corbin and Bella sing. They’re pretty amazing singers and even though I’ve seen them 57 times I still like going to check them out. Keith is sick and Michelle is in Scottsdale, so I might be a little lonely at times. But that’s OK because I’m on good behavior and I’m excited about it. My friend Mo told me last night that I can go to Velocity, a new training facility that the big athletes like T.O use and she will help get me hot by the summertime. So take out the calories from alcohol and a mad workout routine and I got this. I got it. I got it. I got it.

Things are good for me right now except that JC is out to ruin my football career by not letting me play. It’s OK. What goes around comes around. (JC- I’m kidding. You know I love you).

I can’t even do this weekend any justice when I try to recount it. So much happened. So many people had a ton of fun. I will see how much I can tell you.

Friday was the much anticipated Guitar Hero tournament at my apartment. I didn’t know whether to expect to see 3 people or 30 people because my friend Michelle did the bulletin… I don’t know how many people came. It was a decent turn out and people were still asleep at our apartment at noon the next day trying to recover from over-partying. There were Guitar Hero competitions. There was riding on the 4-wheeler. We played flippy. We sang to Kelly Clarkson at the top of our lungs. Kinsey did some dancing on my coffee table. The 11PM crowd left and the 1AM crowd came and stayed. Kelli passed out on my bed until she had to get up and throw up. I was going to be nice and let her stay on my bed, but I made her get up and move to the couch when I couldn’t fall asleep due to the 1AM crowd. She was sleeping through it all, so I figured their never ending game of Taboo wouldn’t bother her too much.

On Saturday is was flag football day and I’m still feeling it today. J-Si came and played with us, too. He was the only guy there which didn’t go over very well. He ran the ball all the way back on the first possession and second one, too. We didn’t play very well on this particular day. I ended up running the ball and falling backwards and onto my head. Then a couple plays later I tackled Shauna, but did it in such a way that her head flew round and collided with mine. It hit my jaw, most specifically. I couldn’t close my mouth for about 30 minutes. Now I can close it, but it hurts. And it’s swollen and gross. It was fun, though, so I can’t gripe about it too much. In fact it was so much fun I decided to join a flag football team with Chelsea, J-Si and others. It’s gonna be a good time and I’m going to be in shape in no time at all.

Saturday night was KK’s birthday party at Crush (my new favorite bar. It’s one of those that’s big enough to have a band in one place and a DJ in the other and TV’s all over the place and it’s just fun. I have no reason to brag about this place other than the fact that it’s my new favorite spot and I want other people to go there, too) and had tons of potential for disaster. Two people who I cannot even believe that I used to be friends with were there and trying to push my buttons. Well, I take that back. One of them was trying to push my buttons. The other one and I only collide when things explode. The other one has just got a ton of nerve to try and start stuff in my life regarding matters she knows nothing about. I’ve not said anything to her about the crap she caused yet because I don’t want to create drama for others involved, so I choose to say nothing to her at all. So in order to avoid opening by fat, stupid mouth, we just left.

Sunday was Sunday Funday. When there’s football going on, we all get together and watch it at Buffalo Wild Wings. This Sunday was especially great because J-Si, Kinsey, Al, Kellie, and Fletch all came to watch with us. I was worried that Kellie was going to think that Funday was lame, but she actually had a great time. We laughed and did shots. It really was a great time. At least it was for me. Al was super-mega late, but at least he showed up.

I had to take full advantage of having Monday off, so we hit the club again that night. We watched a band and then went next door to dance to some of the best hip hop I’ve heard. I never can go on Sunday’s because I have to get up so early. We went from the country bar to the acoustic band set to the hip hop bar. It was so much fun. We went back to my house and just passed out on the couch. I got up at 10:30AM on Monday and barely left my couch or my bed all day. I did do my taxes and laundry and got some stuff done, but nothing huge. It was a necessary day of recovery, though, so I don’t feel too bad about it.

A couple of interesting things happened over the weekend. My best friend of 9 years left without saying goodbye. So, again, my value comes into question. Not too long ago someone who told me that I was the only person they had ever loved dropped me like it was nothing. I see them out all the time and it’s so uncomfortable not knowing if I’m the idiot who bought into all of the nice things they said even though they weren’t sincere or if they regret making the decision to not even try for a friendship. To know that it’s so easy to love me one day then want no part of me the next makes me call everything about me into question. Now my best friend couldn’t care any less about just up and leaving. Yeah, I know I’m selfish to be so focused on my own feelings about this. I don’t care though. She did it like it was nothing to her and I’m trying to be numb to the bad feelings that could come with knowing that, but it’s easier said than done. Whatever.

On Saturday I got my hair done and was going through my mail because Kelli did it at my house. I stumble across a $260 toll ticket from my ex. I’m not livid about it or anything because I won’t be the one to pay it, but I wasn’t exactly jumping up and down with joy, either. So after a few texts giving me grief for being less than chipper over yet another financial tie, I was done with it.

All in all it was a fantastic weekend. A few bad emotions were in there, but I’ll get over it.

I am so horribly, incredibly, miserably tired this morning, but sometimes I like days like this because EVERYTHING is funny. So far this has been working for me. I want to do the Soulja Boy dance to every song I hear and I’m learning that you can do the dance to almost any song.

So yesterday when we went shopping for Kellie’s Naughty Girl outfits, Kellie asked me about being denied a decent amount for a home loan. We were talking when she had an absolute moment of BRILLIANCE! She suggested that we rent a 4 bedroom house and the me, Keith, Kinsey, and JC all become roommates! What a smart, fun idea. We would never sleep. Kinsey and I could be BFF’s. JC and I could play Guitar Hero or Rock Band All day everyday. It’s like it was meant to be. Keith has wanted to move to their part of town and if 4 of us lived there we could afford it. JC said he would ask Kinsey about it last night. I don’t know if he did, but I’m thinking we’re about to form one big, happy family.

Today is a very, very big day for me. It’s a day that’s been in the making for weeks. It is the Guitar Hero tournament of the day! I’m gonna buy chips. I’m gonna gas up the 4 wheeler. I’m gonna get out the sleeping bags for anyone who drinks too much to sleep over. We will play tippy cup. We will make our football t-shirts with iron on letters and puffy paints. I don’t know if 1 person will show up or if a hundred will, but I’m prepared for whatever.

Tomorrow we play football at the park after I get my hair done. Isn’t that kind of an oxymoron kind of day? Wake up to get my hair done like I’m all girly and then go take on Chelsea for tackle football. She says I should be afraid, but I’m not. Then it’s off to Buffalo Wild Wings for a beer, back home to shower, and then to the bar for Kelly and Laura’s birthday. Sunday is football day and my next chance to bond with Kellie. There’s usually a bunch of people who go up there, but now my work friends may be joining the crowd. The more the merrier! Some call me the Ambassador of Fun. I don’t know why. I don’t think I’m that much fun, but I like to keep people entertained. Monday will be recovery day. It was going to be my day to go and say goodbye to the friend who’s moving to LA, but now they’re leaving this weekend. It went from a year to less than a week. Good luck with that.

Sunday is also my dad’s birthday and he’s that guy who is impossible to buy for. He never wants anything and it’s hard to go on your own and buy him something anyway because I’m always convinced that he doesn’t like what I got him, so it’s a tough cause. I will come up with something, I just have no idea what that will be as of right now. Is there a gift to give to someone who wants nothing? So frustrating.

Guess who isn’t going to be buying a house anytime soon? ME. The loan approval was a disaster. Turns out that my credit score is 3 points below what’s needed to get a decent amount to buy a house. So I’m at a loss. I will still move in May, but it will be into a rental place. And yes, Keith is going with me. Now I’m buckling down and starting my life of financial responsibility. I’ve got to work on paying off my credit cards and get my car down to 10 payments left. That is 20 months away, so I will have to get WAY ahead. So what does that mean for me?

1. I won’t be getting the Jeep I wanted. At least not for 20 months
2. I won’t be buying rounds for everyone at the bar anymore.
3. I don’t have to be out of my apartment constantly. I have to find entertainment…cheap entertainment…at home
4. I probably won’t invest in the couch I want until after I’m in a home I am buying, which sucks cause I want a new one BAD.

So, with these things being said…now I have to stick to them. I’m the worst at sticking to something sometimes. I forget. I have become the most forgetful person I know. I have been to my dog’s vet’s office no less than 10 times and I swear it took me 30 extra minutes of driving around within 2 miles of the place before I finally remembered how to get there. I’m not a stupid person and I used to have a memory unlike anyone I had ever seen, but not anymore. Maybe it’s a lack of sleep. I don’t know.

So my friend has known this guy since November and now she’s moving…with her kids…to the other side of the country to “start fresh.” When she first mentioned this to me on Saturday the move would happen within a year. Then on Monday she said it would be by the end of the month. Then yesterday she said she’s leaving by Tuesday. Really? And when she asked me if I wanted to see them before they left and all I said was “yup” she got mad. I don’t support this move. I hope it works out. She is my friend. But I think it’s a bad, rushed idea. But I’ve done dumb things before so who am I to judge. I just don’t get pulling your kids from school mid-year for something so abrupt. But she didn’t ask for my understanding so I don’t feel too bad for not having it. That’s really all I have to say about that. I’m sure writing this doesn’t help the situation, but I don’t do long distance very well, so in essence I’m losing a friend.

Oh, and by the way, I’m so over the Jordin Sparks song “No Air.” I’ve grown to love it and embrace the fact that I want my life to be like that. So now Jordin has changed my life. I know what I want because of her, so now I have to work towards getting there. SO thanks, Jordin, for hopefully inspiring years of smiling to come. Years of smiles are worth a few tears, so I’ll deal with it. Thanks Jordin. You’re my hero. Now all I need is someone who will sing the song to me to really make it hit home. I’m working on it.

I’m over my stupid crying over stupid Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown singing that “No Air” song together. I heard it again after the show was over and I cried one more time. Then I was done. What’s the point? What good does it do me to cry over some song the nobody had ever sang to me, has probably never related to me, and just has no specific meaning to me? So I’m done with it. I’m done being upset and ready to move on. Who wants to be with someone who drives down the road as close to the fetal position as they can get crying to a Jordin Sparks song? I wouldn’t. So there.

Yesterday I went from feeling like a 13 year old to a 30 year old in a matter of minutes. I felt like a 13 year old when I bought Proactive because my face is just gross. It is so incredibly broken out like it’s never been before. Is it stress or am I bathing in Crisco and forgetting to wash it off? I’m not really sure, but it’s nasty. Maybe it’s because I rubbed face paint all over myself on Sunday during the football game and now my face doesn’t know what to do. I dunno. But I need to do something because I cannot stand to wear enough concealer to cover it all up, but it’s unbearable.

Then I went to work out with my sister at a different gym than we usually go. It was a WAY different crowd. My normal gym is full of beautiful people. I’m not gonna lie. I love being around pretty people. Even if they’re prettier than me I think it makes me feel validated or something. Call me shallow. I don’t care. I just like being with good looking people. Anyway, the gym we went to yesterday was not so full of pretty people. Maybe not even a quarter full of them.In fact maybe not even an eighth full. But they were motivated and were working hard, which was good to see. We did arms, legs, and abs. I cannot stand doing legs and abs. Arms are super easy, but the other two arent’t. But I felt accomplished having done a complete workout even though I hated every second of most of it.

Anyway, when we were pulling up to the gym, I got a call from Al’s mortgage lady. I’ve decided that I’m moving into a house in May. So now I have to decide if I want to rent or buy. From the looks of it, buying is cheaper and is an investment that will pay off. I pay enough rent for my current apartment that it may be cheaper to move into a house than it is to stay there. Besides that (and the biggest motivator) Oprah needs a yard. Taking her out and letting her chase the four wheeler in the field behind my apartment is great, butt it’s not enough. SO I need a house. I don’t know where, but I’m moving. I find out today if I can be approved for a loan. I’m not getting my hopes up at all, but at least I can say I tried. I may have to rent for a year, build up my credit, and then buy. It’s a HUGE decision, but I’m ready to be done with apartments. I love where I live, but it’s time to grow up and move. And yes, I will take my Proactive with me.

I think today could be one of those days I’m being a huge baby? Why (you’re probably not asking yourself?” I don’t know why I’m acting that way, but I was driving into work this morning listening to our station here in town and the new Jordin Sparks/Chris Brown song “No Air” came on and I started crying. It was the feeling you get when curling up in the fetal position in a corner feels like the right thing to do, but I was driving. So I couldn’t. I don’t feel sad about anything. I’m over all that. So this kind of caught me off guard. I guess I was listening to the words in the song and I realize that I want someone to feel that way about me, but it seems like I find a way to blow it when there’s that potential.

Or maybe that’s not the case. I’m sure I’ve messed things up before. I’d be stupid to try and say that I didn’t. I think it’s because my long term ex told me what a bad girlfriend I was when we met up for drinks last week. I don’t know why I let this bother me, but I did. I don’t think I was ever horrible. Anyone can be hard to put up with sometimes; at least I thought they could. But when you hear that 95% of the problems in a relationship are your fault, it can really be bothersome. So will I ever be important enough to someone that they can’t breathe when I’m not around? I’m not sure I want that much pressure put on me, but I want it to be impossible to concentrate because I am on the brain. You know? Is that wrong of me? I don’t need 97 phone calls a day. 50 texts…maybe. I don’t need to be attached at the hip anymore. I really don’t think I’m as bad as some think I am. In fact lately I’ve been accused of not being clingy enough. So what am I supposed to do? Will I ever be that person who someone else can’t get off their mind? I really do hope so.

My sister and I hit the gym last night and I feel way better about life. I get the hugest knots in my shoulders and I’ve learned to just deal with them. When we were working out everyday before, my knots weren’t as bad. So I’m hoping that some time on the elliptical and lots of upper body work will make me feel better. And I want to start running again, so I have something to look forward to. We’ll see how that goes.

I had a great weekend. I’m exhausted from it, but it was so worth it. I want to tell you all about it, but there’s a lot to talk about. Get ready.

Friday was interesting. I was here at the studio until late because I had a conference call with the consultant. When I got home my little sister came over to hang out for a little bit. We rode the 4-wheeler and played Guitar Hero and talked and just had a pretty nice day together. No drama. Just hanging out. What could be better than that?

We all went out that night and I saw some friends I haven’t seen in forever. This is kind of a big deal to me because I needed to apologize…face to face…to one of them. A text message apology is fantastic, but there’s something to be said for looking someone in the eye and telling them that you’re sorry. I got the chance to do that on Friday, so I feel pretty good about that.

The night started out with dinner at Christina’s because I love that place. Then it was off to the bowling/pool/alleged laser tag place to do something a little bit different. It was fun. I had a couple of personally uncomfortable moments with comments I’m going to believe were alcohol inspired, but otherwise it was great. I suck at bowling. Period. But I tried. Then it was off to the bars. Not a lot to tell on this one. There was tons of potential for drama, but we kept it nice. I could use more nice nights like that.

Saturday was my little sisters moving day. She moved into a third floor apartment which makes moving day one where she needs plenty of people. Funny how you find out who your friends are when moving day rolls around. They got a cute little place. I’m very proud of my sister.

That night was a party for a friend of mine. I felt pretty special because there was a list and my name was on it. But then we got to the bar and nobody was verifying that anyone was on the list. So then I felt defeated. But it was still a ton of fun dancing and seeing all of the people I saw. We closed the place down and I’m pretty sure I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow that night.

Sunday was another great one minus on detail. Both of my phones were dead and I wasn’t in one place long enough to charge them, I felt so helpless with no phone. I don’t know anyone’s number, so it was kind of a big deal. Oprah ate my car charger and it was a disaster. But a fun one. I got to invite lots of people over for my Guitar Hero tournament on Friday. It’s gonna be pretty great. I have to think of a new, creative prize to give to the winner, though. Email me with ideas…shanon@kiddlive.com

Big weekend ahead. Today a little bit of sleep is on the agenda. I slept a ton yesterday because I had cramps like no other and I just wanted to curl up on my heating pad. So I did. I set my alarm, but it meant nothing. I slept through it. I guess I needed that. I may do it again today if the Pamprin doesn’t kick in soon.

Tomorrow my little sister moves into her very first apartment and I’m helping. It’s a third floor apartment, so it’s not going to be a lot of fun, but I’d do almost anything for my sister. I mean I probably wouldn’t commit a serious crime or anything, but anything within reason. It’s her boyfriend’s birthday, too, so I’m gonna haul my grill over to their apartment so we can grill hamburgers and stuff. She’s moving pretty close to me, so maybe I’ll get to spend more time with her. She’s my workout partner and they love Guitar Hero and I’m excited at the thought of having someone to play with more often. It probably won’t happen that way. She’s pretty busy. She goes to school and works, so she probably won’t have time to play Guitar Hero with me. So if I don’t reach my goal of hitting expert level on the game, I will blame my sister.

This is a HUGE football weekend and I have become that girl who walks around high-fiving everyone who will high five me back when we go watch the game at Buffalo Wild Wings. That’s my favorite place to go and watch football with friends. And they have the boxing game where I tend to kick a little booty whenever someone is up to challenge me. The other day I scored a 790. That’s pretty amazing if you ask me. And I didn’t even take a running start! I have to stand for a lot of the game because I have a tendency to get overly excited and jump and throw my hands around and would probably knock a table over if I didn’t stand up. And I love to eat the chicken tender wrap with hot sauce and then a little extra sauce on the side.  And diet coke. I love diet coke too. I really love Coke Zero, but they don’t serve that anywhere that I know of. Except now you can get it at the convenience store fountain drink thingy. Speaking of convenience stores, is there anything better than a truck stop burrito? I wish there was a truck stop close to my apartment. But I might never leave. You can get everything at a truck stop. Cell phones, fun dog ornaments, “Born to be a trucker” belts, all meat hot dogs, fudge, iPOD accessories, self heating Swedish meatballs…EVERYTHING! They have the Flamin’ Finger game at some truck stops and I can fill up while I’m there…and if I’m dirty I could shower, but I’m not gonna. I was going to. In fact it was my New Years resolution. And seeing a truck stop shower is on my to-do list, but I doubt I will shower. Maybe I will if I get a wild hair and a shot or three of truck stop tequila.

Do you know what I want right now? And the sure fire way to tell when I am a hormonal mess? Refried beans. I crave them when it’s my time of the month. And it is. So I want them. I don’t think I have any at home. I have black beans and BBQ baked beans and maybe even some lima beans, but no refried. Probably because I ate them all. I might stop at Target on the way home to buy some Spot Shot and other items…maybe I can add refried beans to that list. I love Target. They have my chocolate soy milk on sale this week and I need to get more of that. I love soy milk. It’s good because I’m lactose intolerant and soy milk is a happy alternative to whole milk, skim milk, 2% milk…all of it. And it’s so tasty, too! Have a good weekend!