Shanon’s Blog

Wow what a day it’s been. It’s so easy to blog about the stupid stuff that happens in life, but it’s another story when it’s a matter like Kidd brought to the show and his blog today. The admiration I have for Kidd and his family grew tenfold today with the revelation of their situation.

I come from a home where my mom and dad are still together, so I’ve never had to deal with the break up of a marriage. I cannot even begin to imagine how horribly painful and difficult this has been for all of them. I know what I’ve seen in Kidd and how much you can see the pain in face every day, but that’s all that I know. Kidd was totally honest when he expressed that it has never been a “Team Kidd” or “Team Carol” situation. In fact, Kidd did not even tell us about the split until he had to and we were all oblivious to it. It’s funny because we were all together on the day that things really started going downhill and none of us had ANY idea of what was going on. Kidd and Carol both put on the strong face and kept it together with such amazing strength. I will admit that I don’t know Carol very well and that I cannot speak for her the way that I can Kidd, but I know that she is a good woman to have earned and kept Kidd’s love for so long.  

I was as surprised as anyone when Kidd told us what was going on. I grew up listening to this show. Kidd and Kellie have been my heroes for as long as I can remember. Not because they’re big radio stars and drive free cars, but because of the strength they have as people. Kellie with the ups and downs with Freddie. Listening to Caroline grow up. And now that I am blessed enough to work here everyday, the admiration has grown and continues to do so.

I mentioned this on air when Kidd was talking about his situation and I will say it again. There have been many times that I’ve walked in his office to talk during a break and he was not himself. It was almost a look of just being punched in the gut when there’s nothing anyone can say or do to make it go away…you just wait for time to pass and hope that dealing with that pain gets a little easier. I’ve asked him what was wrong and all he can say is nothing because, really, how could I possibly understand what he is feeling? There’s not enough time in the day for him to explain to me what’s going through his head and  heart. And, really, who could he talk to about it anyway? I think it’s the end of the world when I break up a relationship of one year…how does he feel right now? Regardless of fault or reason, the fact of the matter is that things didn’t last forever like they planned before. That’s a harsh reality to face when married life and being a dad is all that you know. It makes my chest ache to think about it. For all of them. Not just Kidd.

I know that Kidd mentioned this today and I hope that everyone will give him and his family the respect that they deserve. Divorce is hard enough when you go through it in private. At least that’s what I’ve seen from those around me who have dealt with divorce. I don’t pretend to be capable of much empathy. I just hope that everyone around can be sensitive to the fact that no matter how you feel about the members of this show and any hot, rude opinions you may want to share about Kidd’s situation…remember that there are other people involved who don’t have such a public platform to share their own thoughts. None of us totally know what happened, so don’t even try to pick a side or place blame. Just realize that it’s a hard time for Kidd, Carol, and Caroline and that if you should do anything, it should be to show the same respect you would want if you were in their shoes.

JC is no longer my stand in boyfriend. He’s blown me off two times this week which totally goes against everything that goes with a committed relationship. So I’m breaking up with him until 10AM today, but then we can get back together. I guess. Unless he blows me off again and then we might have to really break up for good. I mean we’ve never kissed and we rarely touch. I’ve never held his hand and I think we’ve maybe hugged one time in the two years I’ve known him. He doesn’t know we’re dating because I don’t remind him all the time and then there’s Kinsey. I guess she may be more top of mind than I am.

Last night was my first ever Fantasy Football draft and I think I got a decent team, but I’m not really that sure. I wanted Peterson, but apparently so did someone else because they got him. But I am told that you can trade players as you go, so maybe that will happen. I got Rothlisberger and that’s really all I can remember. But JC said I got a good team despite the fact that he chose icing down his thrown out back instead of coming over to help me. Thank goodness Chelsea came over to help me with my picks because I would just pick cool names and pretty outfits. Like Chris Brown. Or Tampa Bay team guys. For anyone who cares, here’s my team.

Ben Roethlisberger

Randy Moss

Braylon Edwards

Chester Taylor

Felix Jones

Santonio Holmes

And then there are more on the BN list, but I don’t know what BN means, so I won’t type those out and waste your time with them.

We wanted to play tennis last night before the draft, but by the time Michelle got to my apartment and we found courts, we only had like :15 to play, so we didn’t bother. So I’m hoping that maybe tonight I can head towards her house and we will be able to play. I guess we shall see. I slept for an hour and a half past the time I set my alarm for, so I didn’t even make it to the gym. BUT I’m really conscious of my old booty at the moment and fully acknowledge that I do need to hit the gym, so I’m all over it.

So last night I was at Nikki’s birthday dinner and had the worst itching attack I’ve ever had in my whole entire life. It was so bad. It started with an itchy head. Then my bottom lip started itching. Then my wrist and stomach. Then my back. Then the other side of my head. What can you do when you’re paralyzed by constant itching? I even went so far as to use the column to scratch my back because I was using my hands to scratch my head and my lower lip. Ugh. I even had to stop at Target like at 9:15 last night to get Zyrtec because it wouldn’t stop. I don’t know what the problem was. Maybe I ate something that I’m allergic to. Maybe I’m using a bad kind of soap. Maybe I can’t use Tide detergent. I don’t know. It’s better now because I did get the allergy meds, so I will quit talking about it.

I HAVE to start going to the gym again. I’m in better shape than I thought I was because we did a lot of skiing at the lake this weekend and I’m not sore and I haven’t been sore except for in my neck from a nasty fall. My feet physically came out of the wakeboard and I flipped and then the board hit me on the head. It hurt and made my neck and head hurt, but that’s all the soreness I had.

I’m excited to have Nastia Liukin coming in the studio tomorrow. I know a lot of other people are too. My friend Michelle is planning on coming to the studio to sit outside and watch the interview. It’s not everyday you get to meet a person who has an Olympic medal, much less a gold one. I’m pumped.

Tonight is the big Fantasy Football draft and I haven’t a clue what I’m supposed to do. I know that running back guy from the Vikings is good, but that’s all I know. I know that Tampa Bay has pretty outfits, but I don’t know a single player. I know that I’m born and raised in Dallas, so does that mean I need to pick all Cowboys? How do you know who has already been picked? Can two people pick the same guy? That Manning guy is cute, but is he good? And aren’t there two Manning guys? Ugh. Maybe I should let other people do this fantasy football thing and I’ll just watch and drink beer during the games with my friends. I am good at that.

I will let you know how the draft goes tomorrow. Now I need to study charts and stuff, I guess.

Is it true for anyone else that Monday’s are the longest days ever? I tried for a short nap yesterday, but Oprah wasn’t having that. Neither was anyone else. But whatever. I got a lot done having stayed up for that long, but then I crashed hard for like 20 minutes at about 6:40 last night. I was watching the fruit carving challenge on the Food Network and it was so boring I fell asleep. I normally love to watch those challenges because I’d never be able to do any of that, but I guess my brain thinks that I could carve fruit or something. I don’t know. Just go with it.

JC left here yesterday saying that he had to move into a new apartment and that he didn’t have anyone to help him move the big stuff. So, since I’m so nice these days, I offered to help him. I offer my time, my body, my furniture moving skills…everything. And he didn’t even want it! Now im torn. Should I be grateful of offended that he doesn’t think Im either strong or hot enough to lug his stuff around the apartments? I’m gonna go with grateful because I love JC. He’s great and I don’t think I could easily get mad at him. And I love Kinsey. Just throwing that out there.

Last night Michelle, Samantha and I hung out some. We went to eat dinner at Pei Wei and then to Academy to do a little shoe shopping. I love shoes, but not the heels and pointy toed ones that other girls do. I love a good pair of Nike Shox or camo flip flops. But I’m starting to think that I wear the same ones too much or that I have a horrible foot odor that I never realized I had before because my shoes are stinky. I never thought of myself as a smelly footed person, but maybe I need to think about changing my mind because the nose doesn’t lie. I’m just saying.

I think oprah doesn’t like LSY very much because she’s tried eating my new fuzzy LSU blanket a lot lately. I don’t like the fact that she’s doing this because I kind of love my LSU blankets. She already chewed up the one I got for Christmas, and now she likes to lick and gnaw on the one I got for my birthday. Maybe she just doesn’t like any school with a tiger for a mascot because the tiger would probably eat her or something. Or it woudn’t eat her because they would probably explode with hyperactivity and tongue licking. I’m just saying.

Anyway, I bough cool new tennis shoes, so now I should go and run. Or something productive like that. I’m all over it.

I really had a good week off of work. Much needed good week off of work. It was the first vacation I’ve had where there wasn’t a ton of drama. Or a break up or some disaster like that. In fact, last night driving home from the lake, I was in a genuinely good mood and THAT doesn’t come easily. Especially driving away with no tent iin the back of the truck because some drunk guy jumped on it and broke it and then the storm of the century blew in and ruined the rest of it.

Tell me what’s so funny about getting drunk and jumping on a tent occupied by three girls and yelling “wake up ******** ********.” I’d love to know. The guy physically collapsed the side of my tent, touching me, screaming at us, scaring us and causing us to scream, then ran away. I had my stun gun in hand, but like Kidd said today, what good does that do if you have to chase the drunk guy down. I’m thinking he was out of line doing anything by my tent, but especially so once he fell down and touched me. If I would’ve had a knife in my hand I would’ve stabbed him because he came that close to me. Not cool at all. And the tent that I’ve had for like 6 years got it’s first official rip. And the bungee cord pole got broken.

Then that night we were at Michelle’s brother’s house to pick him up for a boat ride and a horrible, awful storm blew in. It was like a movie scene. Nikki and I went out to put the boat in the slip and I could see it inching towards us. All I could say was “here it comes.” What else can you say when you see giant drops of rain moving right for you. We waited it out, but it was hard because we had been skiing and were all wet. And that house was frigid to the point that moving was painful. But we turned on COPS and ate hamburgers and all was good.

Can I just tell you about the greatness of the turkey hot dog? It’s like ground turkey made into a frank. I’ve never been a big fan of the hot dog except for the kind that heats up in 30 seconds. But these hot dogs were a little amazing. Tasty goodness covered in mustard, ketchup, and relish. The bun didn’t even need to be toasted! Random, but worth sharing with the world.

Otherwise my week was spent doing all of the things I’ve been putting off since about November. Cleaning out my closet. Getting rid of old radio station t-shirts. Tossing stuff I’ve had since high school and will never wear again but refused to get rid of until now. I’m not gonna take total credit for this project, though. I’m that person who decides that maybe I will use that again someday. But really…am I ever gonna use the first western shirt my mom ever bought me? It’s so ugly and my arms don’t even fit in it anymore. So why keep it? And why keep the dress my ex left two years ago? Keith had to step in and put his tiny little foot down and force me to get rid of a few things. I let him, so I guess maybe I should take the credit for it, too.

I look funny today. My nose ring fell out and it looks like the hole started to close overnight. I was gonna keep it to be a rebel and go against what some people wanted me to do, but then it fell out or I took it out in my sleep. I really don’t know. I’m kinda glad it’s gone, though, because it was shiny and kinda distracting. I’m sorry Becca. I tried to keep it. But it kept falling out, so I don’t think it was meant to be. And Jack the British guy tells me that I have a sunglasses sunburn, which is always HOTNESS. I didn’t know I had such a burn until he pointed it out, so thanks Jack. It’s all I can think about. And the itchy shoulder I have because I didn’t keep putting sunscreen on the way I should’ve. I thought I did. Coppertone 50. But clearly I didn’t. Thanks again Jack. I was fine with my skin state until YOU.

So I spent last night with Becca, my fantasy fan, and I’m still not totally sure she likes me. I tried so hard to make her like me, but I’m almost convinced that maybe I’m just not a likable person or something.  I think maybe I’ve gone from her least favorite person to third…maybe…I did try to make a good impression, but I’m not sure how well I did. I guess I will find out by the end of the show today.

Thanks to everyone who has watched Footloose dance practice so far. I’m going to be so bold to call it a hit. Casey went out with us for a little bit last night and was amazed that someone recognized her from the video. I guess maybe she was a better dancer than me that day, but my goal is trump her during Thriller dance practice. She says that Thriller is going to take us all day to learn, but I think im a faster learner than that. We’ll see. After she dropped me during the official performance of Footloose last week, I’m hoping there’s no opportunity for being picked up on this one. I guess we’ll see.

This week has been pretty good. I stayed out of trouble because we worked a lot at night, so there wasn’t much time to find trouble. We ate a lot of Primos this week, but who can complain about Mexican food three out of five nights. I’m not gonna even go there because I’d be malnourished if it wasn’t for Mexican food.  I love beans and cheese so much, I cannot imagine life without them. Random, but whatever. I’m just sayin’ I love beans.

My nose is pierced and I can’t decide if I should keep it that way. I never thought I would get a piercing on my face structure, but I did in an effort to win the affection of Becca, the fantasy fan who didn’t want to be picked by me. She loves Kellie the most and then Kidd second. Maybe Al third and me fourth because J-Si is the new guy. But now that we’ve been pierced together, I hope that maybe I’ve bumped Big Al back and I take third. I dunno why this is so important to me, but it is. I am taking this nose ring out as soon as she leaves the building today, but I did this for her. Now my nose is full of blood and itches and I’m sure I’m at risk for something, but whatever. And how do you take this thing out? I dunno. Pliers, scissors, wire cutters? Good grief what have I gotten myself into. Here’s a link to a slideshow of my night with Becca.

I’m really hoping that Ben the web genius here at the studio can pull our “Footloose” dance practice video off of my MacBook because Keith erased it my memory card. Thanks Keith. I’m going to go ahead and call dance practice a success. I got so sweaty I had to put on a hat because when my hair gets wet or sweaty it goes all wavy and I hate it. So  I put on my brown hat and made a video of dance practice because it was 80’s night and we wanted to do Footloose in front of the crowd. Everything was fine with the video until Keith ruined it (and made it funny all at the same time).  He was too busy working to video tape dance practice, so I set the camera in between parts of a lamp in my living room. Casey and I were doing our dance just fine until Keith came in to watch us. He stood right in front of the camera wearing some dumb looking wig and totally blocked our freestyle footloose interpretation from being on the video. In natural “Shanon-ness,” I pitched a fit. It was awful. I SCREAMED at him to stop blocking our video. Stupid. But that was the funniest part of it.

We did do the dance that night and I choose to believe that it was a hit. I even seem to remember Casey picking me up at one point. Almost life we got Footloose confused with Dirty Dancing and the part where Johnny lifts Baby for the big finale. I got dropped. Hard on my butt dropped. And somehow I managed to get a giant bruise on my leg that looks like I got hit with a hammer. So totally attractive as I walk around in sweatshorts with a ginormous bruise on my right leg.

Which car is hotter…the Nissan Altima COUPE or the 350Z? I’ve only got 19,000 more miles on my warranty, so I’m starting to think about what I want to get next. I love the 350Z, but the Altima is much more practical. Especially with people around me having kids and me being such an amazing babysitter. I guess that makes more sense. And it is cheaper. Who knows. I’ve got plenty of time to figure it out, but for now I can take a poll of which would I be hotter in…350Z or Altima Coupe?

I went to the lake for the lake party on Saturday and had a good time. My boat didn’t even completely break down. It didn’t want to start when I’d kill it to let skiers back on, but once it did start it kept running. I didn’t have to break out the fire extinguisher or anything. I think my dad said that something must be wrong with the carburetor. Poor boat. It’s such a love hate relationship I have with that thing. I love it when it runs and hate it when it doesn’t. I’m sort of a fair-weather fan and give up on it when times are hard. Maybe the boat would run better and more often if I was loyal to it all the time Maybe I’ll give that a shot.

I have to find out what’s up with my Footloose video. In the meantime, go to YouTube and search Babies on a Plane for the song that I wrote and performed with J-Si and the video that Andrew produced to go along with it. It made me laugh and I’m hoping it will a few other people, too.

I swear I would be so completely, horribly happy if I never had to blow my nose again. I am so tired of sniffling and Kleenex and being dizzy because my body has an excess of mucus…I hate it. I can’t seem to shake this sinus infection from hell. But today I’m gonna sleep this mess off. I got it. By 5PM today I will be healthy again. That’s my goal. Maybe it’s a tad unrealistic, but I’m gonna go for it.

Last  night was so much fun, but I’m tired. And yesterday was a good day, too. My little sister and I went to the mall and went a little crazy. If you’ve never owned a pair of MEK jeans, you’re missing out. They’re not too horribly expensive (like $135 a pair), and I swear they are the only jeans that fit my form and that I can afford. If I save up. I think paying even this much for jeans is insane, but I love these jeans. They are so amazing. And I was even told that I should go and buy 5 pairs of them because they look that amazing on me. I’m gonna believe what the people say. Why not, right?

So, now onto last night. We all met up for dinner and drinks at Cyclones. I love that place more and more everytime I go. So, if you’re in Dallas and want a fantastic dining experience, go there. Anyway, we went there and had a couple drinks and some dinner before we went to an event called Chic Happy Hour. It was fun, but there was a lot of drunkenness going on. I’m not going to get into any specific stories, but it was CRAZY. That’s really all I can say about that. I was good, though, and ended up driving one of my friends home. Keith even showed up and I was worried I was going to have to drive him home, but he found someone to stay with. I am pretty tired, though. I think I sent my last text at like 12:30AM. It was my own fault for being out so late and for laughing at my drunk friends, which I’m sure encouraged them more.

I really don’t know what’s going on this weekend. I will take a nap today, I’m sure. Tonight I’m going to an 80’s theme night and tomorrow is a party at the lake. If my boat runs, I’m gonna take it. Let’s hope I can. Sunday ill probably be sleeping in and recovering from heat exhaustion after spending the day on Saturday at the lake. I LOVE the weekends. Seriously. I am having so much fun just hanging out and not answering to anyone and having no worries about a whole lot other than my killer sinus infection and how I’m gonna be three places at once. What a great life I have right now. No sarcasm. No jokes. I’m loving it!

My social life is in full gear and I’m liking it. It’s almost like I’m socially bi-polar or something. I go from sleeping on my couch as much as possible Thursday thru Saturday to never being home to sit on my couch long enough to watch “Jo and Slade: Date my Ex.” It’s good thought because I’m staying busy and out of trouble and I’m happy and look forward to my friends. That’s a good place to be…content. I didn’t know that I was truly capable of feeling that while being single again, but apparently I am. I have the most unhealthy codependence thing going on at times, but I’m getting over that. Speaking of codependence…

Oprah. What do I do with my dog? She’s an Australian Shepherd and I love her. I don’t pretend to hate her. Except for when I do. And that’s not unless she poops on the floor or something that I know she knows better than doing. Anyway, she ate a huge hole in my couch.  Here’s a picture of the hole if I can figure out how to put it on here.

So my mom heard me mention it yesterday at the beginning of the show and told my aunt who gave me the dog. And now the subject of “tell me if you decide to give her away” has come up and I’m torn.

When I asked for Oprah I was in a live in relationship where she would pretty much have constant attention from either my ex or me. But right before Oprah was old enough to leave her doggy mom, we broke up. So my dog essentially became the product of a single mom with a crazy schedule. I take her as many places as I can. I take her outside and throw the ball and do what I can with her. Keith has been a huge help with this as well. But still. She’s an outside dog who is spending too much time inside. I’m sure that’s why she ate my couch. She is understimulated and it’s my fault. She’s a happy dog when I’m home and with her. She sleeps with me at night and wants to be with me constantly during the day. I know that she loves me, but would she love someone else better? Is it unfair to have her at my apartment when there’s the chance to have her live on a farm? I’m so torn and I feel horrible for even thinking about this, but I am.

I went and tried playing tennis again last night, but I didn’t do that great. I’m still battling this sinus infection, so my nose was running constantly. I started getting that feeling like my insides were on fire and like I was starving. And there were guys waiting to play on the same court, so we only lasted about an hour. But it was fun and I feel like I could be the next Venus or Serena. Michelle even got a tennis racquet for my birthday! It’s a pretty blue one, but she says that the hand grip might not be the right size. So we are going to go and look at some other ones to see if I should keep that one of get another one. But I officially have a tennis racquet. Now I just have to learn how to play.

I have awkward conversation talk to tell you about, too, but I have to tread lightly because the other person involved might not want people to know who they are. So I will keep it to myself for now and maybe write about it tomorrow.

Wow. Oprah (my Australian shepherd dog) at my couch yesterday. She didn’t gnaw on the leg a little bit. Somehow she ripped a huge hole in the pillow and chewed a hole in the edge of it. Can you say livid? Heart pounding to the point that when I got home I just went to my room and lay in bed until it calmed down a little bit? Can you say texting Uncle Keith to tell him not to meet me in the living room to show  it to me because I might go a little crazy? If it was my old piece of crap couch it would be no big deal. But it’s not. It’s the leather couch that’s more comfortable than any bed I’ve ever slept on and I just got in February. It’s the $3700 couch that I got for $1700 on my Mastercard and will be paying for over the next three years. That couch. And now all that saves that couch from being totally white trash and only making it somewhat white trash is the blue t-shirt covering the huge hole. I will take a picture of it today and post it tomorrow. I didn’t have the heart to look at it more than once yesterday. Keith knows a guy who can fix it, but how much is that gonna cost me? So maybe I’ll be the person who learns to embrace the giant hole in the couch. And my cat ate my iPod cord while I was in Denver last week. He is usually the chewer and Oprah isn’t. I don’t know where I’ve gone wrong with my animals, but clearly I’ve done something.

Let’s see. I’m not gonna talk about the same stuff I have been in my past couple of blogs. Where’s my dating life? Non existent. Whatever. I’m in a good place just hanging out with friends and playing kickball on Monday’s and tennis when I can. I hope to play tonight unless I get achy again. I suck at this game so bad. I’m praying that I don’t hit the ball over the fence and into the creek again. Anyway, I think maybe I am such a relationship person and I don’t approach anyone because I know I would get rejected. I pretty much hop from one person to the next and I’ve not done that this time. So maybe people don’t know that I’m single. Or maybe I don’t really care to go out with a different person every day of the week because I am such a relationship person. I’d rather not waste my time on people who have no potential for anything more. Kellie asked me the other day if living on my side of the street is where my heart really is and my answer was yes. The thought of going back to the other side of the street isn’t even an option. Sometimes I wish it was because I dream of the white picket fence with kids running in the yard chasing their puppy kind of thing. I know I can still have that, but it doesn’t come as easy. I will have to make a concerted effort to start a family. That’s OK because at least I know I will be ready to do that, but it’s also a little discouraging. I don’t know. I’m rambling now.

I had dinner with my friend Kelli last night. I’ve not seen her in a long time because I pretty much fell off the face of the earth for a while. It was nice catching up with her. She’s pregnant and due about a month before my little sister. It was so random because she gave me a box of glasses for my birthday and when I went to put them in my back seat, I found $37! That was the lucky moment of my day yesterday. I sat at the table by myself for the longest time because I drove from Coppell to Grapevine. She drove from Ft. Worth. And while traffic through DFW sucks bad, apparently it doesn’t suck as bad as the traffic from Ft. Worth. Luckily I’m trying to become a professional brick breaker game player, so I occupied myself with that. But I felt like such a loser sitting there with my Diet Pepsi and cheesy bread. I had the BBQ chicken chopped salad and it was very tasty. I did throw it up once I got home, but oh well. I tried. Keith then comes home with his Buffalo Wild wings chicken wrap and wings that smell to high heaven. I had already been in such a crappy mood all day that I just finished folding my laundry and went to bed. Gross. I’m not gonna lie I love the BWW chicken tender wrap, but there’s something about smelling it in the apartment that makes it lose its tasty appeal.

Oh and the apartment that we pay way too much to live in is sucking more and more every day. They are renovating the empty ones, so the occupied apartments aren’t getting the attention they used to and it sucks. My dishwasher leaks and floods my kitchen and I think that I’m going to have to let the water seep down into my downstairs neighbors apartment before my apartment management gives a crap. I’ve not done dishes in two weeks now. I can’t because I don’t think that hand washing sanitizes them and I’m not about to eat off of dirty dishes. And if we run the dishwasher it floods the entire east side of my kitchen until the counters are saturated with water and then flows to every other side of the kitchen. Seriously, what does it take? It’s so frustrating because these apartments cost enough that a roommate is necessary, so youd think that customer service would be kind of a big deal. I will say this. If my dishwasher isn’t fixed by the end of the show on Friday, I’m going to protest. I will go and sit in the office until they feel the need to fix my stuff. Seriously. Unless I find something better to do, which I probably will, and then I will just invest in all plastic wear and let the other dishes continue to build up in my sink.