Shanon’s Blog

Big day yesterday. The truck situation ended, sort of. It ended with me saying “text me your address. Let me know when you deposit the payment into my account every month. And we r done.” Easy enough, I guess. But franly, I don’t have the time, desire, or motivation to deal with someone who says that  even though IO’m giving them over a year to get their stuff together, that they want a legal contract because “she knows how I can be.” Seriously? What an insult to my trying to give this person what I consider to be more than enough time to get their stuff in order…which will make us broken up for almost 3 years…but she knows how I am. AND she calls my dad and tells him that she’s worried I’m going to go and take the truck in the middle of the night or something which makes NO sense. I want the ties CUT. I don’t want possession of the truck. I don’t want it in my name. I don’t want a car payment that’s twice as high as my current one. So why bring my parents into it in the first place, but especially when it’s a totally irrational reason that is completely unfounded. I cannot even tell you how mad I was when I read this one particular part of the text. “I know how you can be.” NEVER AGAIN will I help anyone financially unless it is my little sister. I see where it gets me.

Yesterday I got home pretty late, so I didn’t get to the gym and I feel awful for it. I took like a 30 minute nap and then got up to go car shopping with my little sister again. This time, though, she drove away in the car she wanted. I’m so proud of her and the fact that she’s doing so well. I’m still envious, though, because her car is newer and better than mine. There was a 2008 Honda Accord sitting in the parking lot that I want SO BAD. It was red with black leather interior. And it was so cool. It had 5,000 miles on it which lowered the price a little bit, but not enough. It was still like $27,000. But it had real chrome wheels and pretty tires and it was so beautiful. And I still want it. But it’s not realistic and makes no sense for me to take on that much more of a car payment. So I will wait.

After the long car buying experience, it was off to Top Golf to watch football. It wasn’t a big deal. A few friends sitting around a couple tables eating and watching the game. It was so funny because you walk into the place with football on and it’s loud. Like sports bar loud. Then right after the game they go to the RNC and turn the volume OFF! I was surprised. Here we are in a historic election, regardless of who ends up winning, and they turn the volume off. I don’t know why I was surprised because nobody goes to a sports bar to watch a political convention, but it would’ve been cool to have seen what they were saying. I know there was protestors or something, but I don’t know why. And I’m just stupid enough to have stayed there and making lip reading a game. I didn’t do well at all, but whatever. Thank goodness for youtube.

This weekend is gonna be a busy one. Tonight my kickball team is doing whirleyball. Don’t ask me what that is, because I don’t know. Then tomorrow is Kelli’s baby shower, so I have to go and get the gift today. I’m supposed to hang out with my friend Marni tomorrow night. Then Keith is doing a fundraiser on Sunday for firefighters. I think he is the Master of Ceremonies, so I guess I should be a good friend for a change and go. Then it’s football and the VMA’s and so much more. Michelle’s going to Austin for a wedding on Saturday, which makes me a little sad, but I will find a way to make it through.

It’s so strange, though, when you get used to being around a person almost every night and then one night they’re not there and it throws your world into a tailspin. But I am not co-dependant. At least I don’t think I am.

Still not friends with Nastia. I’m sure she will come around and take me in, but I’m sure she’s busy or something and will catch up on my blogs this weekend. At least that’s what I’m going with.

Thanks! Have a good weekend.

It’s a BOY! My sister found out yesterday that she will be having a baby boy on December 26. They had the names narrowed down to Katherine Emma or Ethan and Ethan it is! I’m so happy and excited and cannot wait until she has this baby. It’s so cool because I have other nieces and nephews, but they have moved around quite a bit and now live with their dad, so we don’t see much of them. This sister isn’t going anywhere, so I’m really excited. Last night she even asked me if I am going to buy a car seat for my car. I guess that might be a good idea because my friend Kelli is also pregnant with little Brayden Edward. I’ve got his sonogram pics saved in my phone because he’s a little miracle baby. They were starting the adoption process when BAM…they’re pregnant. In fact, they are having her baby shower this weekend, so I need to go shopping for her gift today. It amazes me how much baby stuff there is out there. Different kinds of bottles, pacifiers, strollers. I’ve been to Babies R’ Us a couple of times, but I guess I was kind of oblivious to how much there really is to buy.

I took Sam to a baby fair thing a couple months ago, but it was before they knew if the baby would be a boy or a girl. It’s amazing how much embroidery businesses apparently make because that’s all that was at this fair. It was a pointless drive to Ft. Worth, but if we were to go now I would go crazy nuts getting her all the baby stuff I thought she could need. I want to get him camo stuff and teddy bears. I want to pay for her pregnancy pictures if they’re not too expensive. I have no idea how much they are or when you are supposed to start taking them , so feel free to post a comment with any advice you might have to pass along.

When Sam texted me with the news of how excited they were to find out that it’s a boy, I sat in my bedroom and cried for a few minutes. One because I really am happy for her and I know that she and Orlando will be fantastic parents. The other day when I went car shopping with them, they were talking about the sonogram and Orlando was so sweet with the stuff he said. He wanted “Daddy’s little Girl” or his little slugger. He sounded excited and he had a smile on his face, which led to my sister having a smile on her face, too. It’s just a happy situation all around, for the most part. Of course there’s some nervousness that comes with it. They will have to move out of their apartment. Samantha is supposed to graduate college in May, but now the baby takes priority over school and work. Everything is coming together for her and I’m naturally a little envious, but so excited for her.  

On another note, I told you on Monday that I’m trying to get all of my financial matters together so I can get a new car in about a year. One of the things that I have to do to accomplish this is refinance a loan that I took out for an ex when her truck got stolen. She needed a vehicle ASAP, so I helped make that happen. Now we have been broken up for over a year and the truck is still in my name. Not a big deal because the payments are made every month, but I wanted to give fair warning that I’m going to invest in something newer in a little over a year, so it’s time to start working towards refinancing the loan in her name. Well this didn’t initially go over very well and I ended up getting ticked off to the point that I was dizzy. Between dealing with Keith and his issues and the truck, I didn’t really know what to do with myself. I just sat there and told Keith that I had nothing more to say to him because it wasn’t going to be nice and I had already not been very nice because making jokes and being remotely nice has not worked. So yesterday I resorted to being flat out rude to him and FINALLY he agreed that there are some changes he needs to make in his life. But anyway, this truck thing has become a much bigger ordeal than I expected it to, especially since I’m giving more than a years warning! I thought I was doing the fair and right thing in saying that I feel like I have upheld my end of the deal and kept the truck in my name for a year post break up and now it’s time to get it in her name. But now there’s legal documents and disagreements on the way it needs to be done. My dad’s help has been enlisted…not from me…and I’m not OKO with that. In fact I made that a stipulation of the “legal document” I’m supposed to put together. I’ve not had to ask my parents for financial help since I moved out and I’m not about to ask my dad to help get a loan for someone else to help clear my credit and get a new car. Maybe it’s a stupid pride thing. I don’t know. But I would rather drive my piece of junk, soon to be out of warranty car until it falls to pieces and the loan is paid off in my name instead of have my dad co-sign for a loan in hers. Lesson learned the hard way. I won’t help anyone financially again because it’s too big of a mess and I don’t need the added stress. Unless it’s my little sister. I’d help her in a second, but that’s it.

Tonight is the kickoff of football season and I am gonna watch it because I have the Fantasy Football thing going. I don’t really even know who’s playing tonight, but I know that it’s fun to watch football with a group of people, so I’m all in. I also have to go shopping for Kelli’s baby shower gift AND Michelle and I agree that we would both do cardio. 2 miles on the elliptical…here I come. I need a nap and tonight is Chic Happy Hour so I probably will at least make an appearance. Then on to watch football. Big day. I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow.

Oh, and Nastia still hasn’t asked me to be a MySpace friend, much less a top friend. I’m only a tiny bit hurt right now, but in 5 days, it could be way bad.

Last night could’ve been the best night of TV ever. Maybe not absolutely, positively the BEST night ever, but maybe the second behind only the premiere of the original 90210. The new 90210 is everything I thought it would be and more, except that Hannah Zuckerman is not cute.  It’s cool though because the pretty girl from Nip/Tuck is on there and she’s a bad girl again and I love it. And Brenda and Kelly are back. Can you think of anything better than coming home from the gym with a chicken salad sandwich in hand then plopping down for 2 hours of 90210? I can’t.  And I got to do it last night. So fantastic.

Keith got out of bed yesterday after texting me telling me to keep him out of his room as much as possible. I was so proud of him because he’s in some kind of funk and I know it’s hard to get motivated when I get like that. I feel kind of bad though because I still don’t really know what the “funk” is. But, he stayed out of his room and worked in the living room yesterday on his own, so GOOD JOB KEITH.

I am so super excited because my little sister finds out the sex of her baby today. I can’t lie. I’m routing for a boy because there are so many girls in the family, but I know they are super excited either way it goes. I wanted to get a 350Z when I save up enough money for a new car, but now with so many people around me having babies and me being such a stellar sitter, I realize that it’s not practical AT ALL. And they’re not the most affordable cars on the market, so it’s probably better. And the coolest thing was that upon realizing how unpractical it is, I walked over to the Altima coupes. There right in front of me, was a black exterior, black leather interior 3.5 liter Altima coupe. And what was so, so cool? It had BOSE speakers in it AND real chrome wheels. No plastic covers! I want this car, but, like I said yesterday, I’m going to make getting it a somewhat long term goal to give me something to work for.

I also did some other stuff yesterday, too. I’m not always good about paying bills on time, so I finally set up some accounts online so there’s no excuse. No more putting the wrong postage on envelopes. No more not having a pen to write the check and making it out two days later…just late enough to acquire a late fee. I need to do better with that stuff, so I’m making a conscious effort to make it easy and painless. I feel like I’ve finally decided to calm down and get my crap together and I feel very good about that.

We went to the gym again last night and it was great. Steve taught us how to work the chest area. Can I just say I hate that my chest needs working out because lifting those weights in that way sucks. But I do have this little spot under my arm that is so in need of working out, I have to do it.

Working out has made me realize how hyper-critical I am of my body. I can pick out every problem spot and even foresee future ones. It’s horrible.  I laugh because I’m sure that people notice the fat part of my whatever and laugh about it or judge me and call me lazy. I swear I’m not a lazy person…I may just look that way. I know that I make assumptions about people when they have bodies that are less than stellar, so maybe this is my payback. Maybe all of the things that I’m noticing about myself now is what I need to notice to stop criticizing others. I’m realizing that how critical I am of myself is a horrible sign of how critical I am of others and maybe I need to calm it down a lot. I will be the first to admit that I am so far from perfect. Mentally, physically, emotionally…I’ve got a lot of work to do on myself. But I also need to give people a little more of a chance and realize that maybe they’re not lazy either. Maybe they have their own things going on and their reasons for the little flab in the chest area.

Oh, and one last thing. This is for Steve. If my boobies shrink from this chest work out, you’re paying for my new bras. That’s all.

Oh, and one more thing. Nastia Liukin… If you read this. I don’t really understand why J-Si and Kidd are top friends and I’m not even one of your 20,000 total friends. I’m nice. And I think your medals are really cool. And I will watch you when you are on Oprah. And I will eat Wheaties. So PLEASE add me!!

I’m trying to make goals for myself, but I’m having a hard time with it. Michelle was listening to our interview with Nastia Luikin last week and heard her say that it’s a good idea to make goals for yourself. Both long and short term ones…so that you have a definite reason for doing what you do every day. So, last night we were laying there talking about our goals and I realized that I kind of live a lame existence because coming up with goals is difficult for me.

Short term would be go to the grocery store this week. I haven’t been in forever and need to make the trip., but I hate grocery shopping, so I never do it. I normally live off of sandwiches and salad, but lately its been a lot of Eatzi’s salads, Subway, and Boston Market. It’s getting to be expensive and I need to save that money to buy a cool new car in November of 2009. I want to get a nice car with real chrome wheels instead of those plastic cover thingys, so I better start saving more and spending less.

I want to read the Four Agreements because Kidd and Kellie have said its an amazing way to come up with rules to live by. I’ve tried reading it before, but can’t get through page 7. So, I’m going to sit down and just do it and pray that it makes some kind of sense. If it doesn’t, I will invest in the Cliffs Notes.

I also want to break my Brick Breaker record. So far I’ve only gotten to like 6,000 points, but I’m pretty sure I’m good enough to get at least 7,000.

I want to have at least $10,000 in my savings account by Christmas of 2009. So far I’ve got like $250 in that account, so we will see how that goes.

I also want to be able to look in the mirror while I’m naked and have one or two good thoughts cross my mind instead of all the negative, gross ones. So we started working out on Friday and pulled off three days in a row and we’re going back today to learn free weights. I’ve not been really sore from the workouts so far, so I’m wither in way better shape than I give myself credit for, or I’m not pushing it enough. I feel much better about life when I leave, but I’d kind of like to feel something from it the next day. So Steve is going to the gym with us to show us some free weight stuff before they go back home to Slidell.

It was a good weekend because I did get to see Steve and Tammy, but they were here because they had to evacuate because of Gustav. They literally said goodbye to their home that they already rebuilt after Katrina and put as much stuff as they could fit in her Accord and his Titan and drove for 11 hours to get here. We hung out some on Sunday night at the lamest, least happening place in town. Then last night they made chicken gumbo and BBQ shrimp and we all ate outside. Steve was just here in June, but I’ve not seen Tammy since New Years. So it was good to get to hang out with her some. It was so depressing though because while we were at a bar hanging out, she wanted to get to their friends house to watch the weather channel so they would know if they still had a home. How surreal would that be? Not knowing if it all would be perfectly intact or if it would be total destruction or what would happen. Luckily it was not that bad this time and they have a home to go back to. They didn’t even lose electricity, thank goodness. But they have their house in evacuation mode and it will stay that way until November when hurricane season ends. They’ve got pictures off the wall and clothes all stored in the front room. Can you even imagine living that many months of your life not knowing? Not knowing if you have to stay in another city for a couple days or weeks or if you will end up putting the down payment up for a new house? I’m not that brave and I cannot empathize with those who are. I won’t even try to pretend that I can, so there’s that.

First thing this morning we called my roommate because I’ve not seen him much this weekend AT ALL and I was seriously worried about him. I didn’t see him get up to use the bathroom or anything. I yelled at him, knocked on his door, texted him, called him…nothing. I just cannot relate to not getting out of bed all day long. I felt like crap yesterday after I slept until noon, so I don’t get how he could be ok with doing absolutely nothing all day long. He didn’t get up on Friday and slept all day Sunday and Monday. I’ve tried inviting him to the gym with us or to dinner or to the bar or ANYTHING to get out of bed and out of the apartment. But he always says no or like he will meet us later, but then he never shows up. It’s really and truly bothering me these days because it’s not good for him. I’m used to him not being the most motivated person outside of his job, but this is all new and I don’t know what I should do for him. That makes me feel like the worst friend ever. Granted, he has to make up his own mind to change the way he’s living his life because not I or anyone else can force him to change and I’m not going to waste my time forcing my opinions on him when it’s not going to motivate change, so I’m lost. It’s almost like I should grab his hands and drag him down the stairs and into my car, but that’s not my job. I guess all I can really do is let him know that I’m here if he wants to talk  and that I realize that SOMETHING is going on with him and that I hope he sees the same sometime soon.

Well, I actually made notes of a bunch more stuff to blog about, but I don’t want to blow it all today. So, get ready for more compelling stuff tomorrow. At least I hope the word “more” fits.

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.