Shanon’s Blog

How long does it take to recover from a trip to Mexico? I dib;t know but it’s more than a day or two. I don’t know that I’ve been as tired driving into work as I was this morning. I’ve been sleepy and had a hard time getting here before, but today was one of those days where all I could do was freeze myself out of the car and sing as loud as I could to the hardest to sing along to songs possible. It was still so hard. But I’m sure that going and going and going for four days and being in the sun and indulging in a few alcohol treats will wear even the highest energy person out. I am for sure not that person, so blah.

It was a fantastic trip to Playa though. It started out interesting with Al trying to avoid taxes and sneak what seemed like millions of t-shirts into the country then getting detained and some soldier guy being horribly mean and yelling at us to get out of the area. We stopped at the first 7-11 we saw to get water, beer, and hot nuts. Kellie dared me to shove as many hot nuts as possible into my mouth and I ended up choking and spitting them into a bag. Big deal, right?

When we got to the condo I was in awe. We’ve gotten to stay at some nice places working for this show, but this one topped them all. It was so far beyond what I expected I was speechless. I wish I would have done a better job taking pictures so I could post them and show you how amazing this place was, but I did a horrible job at taking pics, so I can’t do that. Just believe me when I say that I was ecstatic when we walked in.

It was not a huge drunk fest the whole time. I wanted to remember the trip, so I tried to keep it under control. There was the one instance in which I ended up in Kellie’s room asleep on the couch in a tank top and beach towel. Losing your shorts happens to the best of us, right? Otherwise it was pretty much just a good time hanging out with Mary and the other people on the trip. We lay on the beach, went to the pool, ate a lot, hung out at the condo, and did other stuff people do in Mexico. Mary and I went off on our own and did some shopping and eating and stuff. It was so great having her there and I just wanted to take it in.

I think this trip did a ton of good for us. Stuff was said that needed to be said and we came back home with a brand new outlook on things. I don’t really know exactly what it is that has changed, but I know it’s something big and I couldn’t be happier. So thank you Al for a fantastic weekend and, more importantly, giving us the chance to clear the air with no crap or drama to deal with on the side.

How many minutes until we stop at the bar at the airport on the way to boarding the plane to Mexico? I don’t know, but any amount of minutes is too much because I can’t wait! I’m not one to enjoy traveling. At least I used to not be. Now there are so many places I want to go and Playa for Memorial Day Weekend is at the top of the list right now. It’s going to be so much fun. It’s so funny because I tried to change my flight home…actually a downgraded flight so I could be on the plane with Mary, but it was going to be somewhere between $400 and $500 to do it. I don’t have that much extra money laying around, so I didn’t change it. Maybe next time, right?

I know for sure that I want to zip line when we are there if they have it. I looked it up and there’s all kinds of adventures, but they are like four hours long and I can’t do much of anything for four hours. I can sleep for that long and work for that long and spend time with people I want to be around for that long. I’m fortunate that the person I want to spend most of my time with is going with us, so maybe the four hour adventure will work. I wish that I could put into words how pumped I am about this trip. I anticipate not being able to sleep on Thursday night because that’s what I do. It wil be like the first day of school where my mind won’t stop but this time it won’t be because I hate school and don’t fit in and know I’m gonna be that awkward one who won’t make any friends because I’m way too shy and nobody wants to talk to THAT person. Anyway, that’s what I wanted to say about that.

I am a little nervous about parading around Kinsey, Kellie, and Mary in a swimsuit. I need to do something. Either stay so drunk that I don’t care or go on a no sodium diet for a couple of days or something. I have ZERO alcohol tolerance right now, so who knows what to expect for this weekend. I just know that right now I am counting down the seconds until we get on that plane. Or at least I would if I could remember that much of a countdown. So what if I can’t remember anything that I don’t write down?  There’s nothing I can do to fix it. I used to have the best memory ever, but now it sucks. Oh well. I remember the important things for the most part.  Not that anyone cares that much, but there you go.

It’s almost time to go to Mexico and I can’t wait. Can’t wait. I may have the worst tan lines in all eternity but I don’t care. I just want to be gone from this city. Keith is already making plans for when I’m gone because he loves it when I ‘m gone. He teases me and says that he jumps up and down naked on my bed when I go out of town, but I’m pretty sure I’d smell naked Keith on my bed if the two had ever met. I might hook up a webcam in my room just in case, but I dunno. It’s more of a pain than it’s worth probably.

It was a really long weekend and I don’t think I’ve blogged since last week because I’m a slacker. Actually I’ve just been so busy with the show and tired when it ends that I just haven’t done it. I know tired isn’t a good excuse, but my sleep schedule is so far off …I’m just tired and don’t want to do much after 10AM. But anyway we went to San Antonio for Freddy to open at MixFest. We went on a tour bus which was pretty nice. It was way better to have a bunk to sleep in than be crunched up in a car or plane.

You know what I wish? I wish that I had the confidence that JC has. Even if it is misguided, which his is for the most part, I could fake it til I’ve felt it. I’m trying this method with my social awkwardness. I know I’m weird when it comes to being around people and I don’t do myself any favors by being painfully shy, but I am. I have such a fear of rejection, especially rejecting me to my face, that I’d rather stand there with my hands in my pocket and look at the ceiling fan than put myself out there and face being disliked. Ugh. I don’t want to think about it.

But you have to admire someone who thinks that they could be the best at anything, much less everything. I love this about him, but don’t tell him I said that please.

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.