Shanon’s Blog

I think I live Uncle Daddy. He may be the guy in Kellie’s life right now and I may not be attracted to him at all, but I still love him. He’s nice and handsome and good with Emma Kelly…he’s everything a woman could want in a man. (I guess).

I went over to Kellie’s house last night to write a parody song, find Jonas Brothers finalists, and eat dinner with Kellie and Uncle Daddy. I didn’t know whether or not to call him Uncle Daddy or Uncle or by his real name if Uncle Daddy isn’t it…

What if he didn’t like me? What if Kellie agreed with all the negative qualities I possess and decided that she didn’t like me either? Meeting Big Uncle Daddy was a scary, scary thing for me. I wanted to call him Big Daddy instead of Uncle Daddy. I hope he’s ok with the fact that I can’t remember his name half the time. In the end I think I made an OK impression because he texted me and said that he wanted to hang out with me again sometime. I felt pretty good about things after this text and thought that I could sleep knowing that I’d made a decent impression.

That was until the texts started. I didn’t mean to be ruse when I replied to a contest participant who saved my cell number and kept texting me to hang out, but I might have been. When it was a random nonsensical first text, I replied “ Hi. I don’t mean to be rude, but you have my number for the sake of a contest. Not random texts. Since I have to wake up in 5 hours, please stop texting me. But sleep well and thanks for listening to the show.”

That’s not rude, is it? I’m gonna go with no because the texts kept coming until after midnight. It’s just inconsiderate and a pain. I know that I am the Ambassador of Fun and that people want to hang out and stuff, but something’s gotta give. I can’t turn my phone off because I had already gone to bed late and there was a chance of my oversleeping. And I’m too stupid to know how to turn off everything but the ringer, so I had to deal with it. I’m not happy about all this mess. I’m tired and I’m grumpy and I just want to be left alone unless you know I want to hear from you. I can name the people I desire to talk to on my hands and toes…maybe add a few pieces of hair in there, too.

Anyway, I won’t gripe about that anymore. Things are good and even though I’m tired I don’t have to be all negative and whiny. So I should stop now. So I will. May today lead to a night of fantastic, uninterrupted  sleep. Yay that!