Shanon’s Blog

Oh crap!

How do you know it’s gonna be an interesting day? When you don’t hear your alarm go off 6 times and then when you wake up, it’s ten minutes after you should’ve left. Nothing like waking up with the first words out of your mouth are “Oh crap” (but a more upset word that I cannot put on here). On the up side I made it to work without getting a ticket.

I wish that I had a big and exciting weekend to tell you about, but I don’t. The truth is that I didn’t feel very good for a lot of it, so it was wasted on me laying on the couch or in bed a lot. There’s really nothing I could have done about that. It’s not like I was just being a bum and wouldn’t get off my butt. This morning I woke up feeling like crap all over again. I don’t know if I’m getting sick or if it’s just a girl thing or what, but I so don’t feel well. And it’s the worst kind of not feel well where my stomach just won’t quit. I won’t get into the details because that’s gross, but ugh it’s bad.

I’ve been watching this Justin Timberlake HBO special that I Tivoed over the past three days. I can’t get all the way through it, but I will say my goodness that guy has talent. I wish I had an ounce of his talent. He can sing, dance, play guitar, piano, and I think the drums. I taught myself how to play “When the Saints Go Marching In” on the keyboard and a single note on the guitar. I don’t really understand how it’s chosen who gets talent and who doesn’t, but I missed the boat. But then again I wonder if JT could write a Flo-Rhonda or a jingle like I can. He probably could…and probably even better…but I guess since I will never know for sure, I can keep the theory of his not being better than me at those things. But I’m not delusional enough to deny that he probably is better than me.

Keith and I spent some quality time together over the weekend. Went to Taco Bueno, but it wasn’t really us eating. It was more him. I had a Muchaco (but I was truly gagging as it went down) and he got the number 3 with extra, extra chips. I LOVE me some Taco Bueno, but I just didn’t feel good. He initially asked me to go and I said no, but then he got sad face and I realized that it had been a while since we had gone, so I said ok. I made him listen to my new cleaning CD. He gets so sick of my cleaning CD’s because he hears them over and over and over. Poor guy. And the worst part of it is that we just signed a new lease, so he gets to hear it until at least June 1, 2009. Our rent went up, which seems weird because I would think that it would go down. It’s like my 5^th lease with these apartments and every time I end up paying more than I did before. Is that baakwards or is that just me? I thought about maybe subletting Taylors old apartment for a minute, but I wouldn’t be able to have Keith come with me. So that idea didn’t last long. Then I thought about leasing it as a second place to stay when I didn’t want to make the drive home from work or whatever, but then I realized I can’t afford an extra rent check every month. So Keith is stuck with me for 12 more months. Awwww.

Things are pretty good in life still. My mom picked up two boxes of Chicken in a Biskit’s for me at Albertsons the other day. I have to go grocery shopping bad, but I don’t want to. I’d rather not eat than go buy stuff then stand in line and have to unload it and carry it upstairs by myself. Does that make me lazy? That was rhetorical….no need for posts saying that it does.

Snickers

I get stressed out sometimes and need to find some release. For me the release is cleaning. Not just dusting the shelves and loading the dishwasher, I mean full on can’t walk in my apartment without being overwhelmed by bleach cleaning. So I did that yesterday because I just felt anxiety and nothing else was going to bring me back down to even. And I’ll be honest. I overdo it. If you walk into my apartment the day after you’d never know it because it never seems to stay clean, but I swear I’m weird about having a clean place to live. Kidd accuses me of never taking a shower, but I do every day and I insist on a clean tub. Which is a pain in the butt because I have a garden tub and I always get bleach all over the clothes I clean in leaning over the side. I’ve ruined so many pairs of sweat shorts to bleach stains. And then I forget what rag I used to clean with the bleach product and I accidentally wash it with my regular towels and stuff…and then I get big bleach spots on the regular stuff, too.

Today JC and I are going to a school to host a talent show that’s a Kidd’s Kids fundraiser. JC says we have to entertain in between the acts. Why am I nervous? I thought I’d just kinda stand there and talk to the kiddos and stuff. I do like to call myself an entertainer (but that totally doesn’t mean that I am one), so I’ll get over it. I’m just a tad nervous now.

My road to good health is going well so far. I had steamed veggies and string cheese for dinner last night. But then I made cookies, but I only had one. I’m so hormonal and I can tell because that’s the only time I crave sweets. It’s especially weird because sometimes I have to have a Snickers bar, but I don’t too much like chocolate or nuts. I can always tell when “it’s” coming because of what I crave. And it’s the worst because I already feel fat and gross but if I don’t feed my cravings it’s all I can think about. Have you ever spent the day and every other thought was a Snickers wrapper? Who wants to live like that? Not me.

That’s pretty much all for the moment. I will try and do a better job of blogging and hopefully next time it will be a little more interesting. I guess we will see.

Random much?

It is ONE month until we leave for Mexico and my plan to be hot is in full effect again. I’ve eaten like crap and I’ve just been tired and happier doing things other than constantly sweating it out in the gym or on the football field. I’ve got other stuff going on that makes me feel way better about life, so I guess an extra couple of pounds is worth it because I can’t seem to get enough.

I’m in a place where I’m so content and so good with where I want to go that I’m probably messing up way more than I would usually if I didn’t think I was in such a good place. Personally, at least. It’s kind of like when you’re walking with a full glass of water and you tell yourself “don’t spill, don’t spill…” You’re so focused on telling yourself not to spill that you don’t see the huge rock on the floor in front of you and instead of spilling a little drip or two of the water, you spill the whole cup and probably break the glass while you’re at it. I need to learn to take a good thing when I have it and not spend too much time worrying about screwing it up to miss out on the good things.

Anyway, enough about my setting myself up for mess ups…I think I want to list a few things that bother me again.

Skinny pants are still at the top of the list

People who sit thru a red light in the right hand lane when they could easily be in the center or left lane. If I’m not in a hurry it’s OK. But it always hits when I am.

Trains that block the road when I’m in a hurry. Never fails. And I live in an apartment complex surrounded by railroad tracks and I seem to be in a hurry or dead tired a lot, so they are ALWAYS there.

Donut shops that make you have a minimum purchase in order to use a credit card. It’s illegal and it takes a lot of donuts to spend $4, so on the rare occasion that I do go to the donut store, I’m in a quandary. I watched the investigative report on these stores having a minimum purchase and know it’s illegal, so then I wonder if I should call them out on the illegal business practice. I’m not a cop or anything so I always decide no and find a way to spend the whole $4. I guess luckily I rarely eat sweet stuff, so I can’t say too much more about it.

People who stare at me when I’m busy rapping out in my car while sitting behind a car in the right hand lane. I could be the spawn of Eminem. Is that worth staring at?

Toothpaste that doesn’t have a long lasting after taste.

Food that gets caught in my teeth. Sometimes this even includes refried beans (and I LOVE refried beans) because the beans outside shell sticks to a tooth.

Silverware with water spots. I’ve come a long, long way in not letting this bother me, but it still does just a tad bit. When it’s from my dishwasher especially. I am sure that people judge me when they come over and need a utensil and all that I can offer is one with water spots. Or maybe I think way too hard about it.

no skinny jeans…never, ever, ever

It looks like I’m out of luck on finding the sunglasses. It makes me want to throw up because I just plain forgot them. I know a couple hundred dollars is not the end of the world, but as everyone knows money doesn’t come easily. So for me to be so completely irresponsible is just ugh. There’s nothing I can do about it now, but if I buy another pair I’m going to just duct tape them to my hand or something so that I can’t possibly lose them. I don’t want to think about it anymore. It makes me want to throw up.

I had a day to think about how much skinny pants really bother me and it’s worse today than it was yesterday. I just don’t understand. I guess it’s probably the same idea as people not understanding how I can wear Nike Shox with anything…shorts, jeans, an evening gown…and not care what they think. I don’t expect for my contempt towards the skinny jean to make anyone get rid of them or stop wearing them, but they still drive me crazy nuts. I see girls who wear them and I think they are just as bad. Why do these bother me so terribly much? Most of the time the girls who wear them shouldn’t be. So I get why they bother me so much. But the guys? I could not care any less about the body of a guy or the way a guy looks in his clothes personally. It’s all on the surface. I’m cringing typing this. I will say that if Keith ever came home in skinny pants I would lock the top lock and keep it that way until he put the pants that I threw to him from the window on his body and disposed of the skinny ones.

I need to get on the workout bandwagon again. I’ve just been tired and have no desire to do a whole lot physical. I have two softball games tonight, but I don’t feel all that well and would prefer not to play if I don’t have to. My neck feels like someone has slammed it with a bat and it’s hard to breathe and my eyes hurt and I just feel ick. And the fact that the games are at 8:45PM and 9:45PM doesn’t help either. That puts me home at about 11:30 and I get little sleep. It’s not a good time for no sleep. I don’t know. I should at least try and do something today to try and work out some of the soreness in my neck…I gotta figure out what that’s going to be. Maybe I will take Andrew to the batting cages. Probably not, but it sounds nice. And why would I go to the batting cages if I don’t want to play a real game. I make no sense sometimes.

Skinny jeans are my mortal enemy

I’m a little heartbroken this morning because I’m a dumb butt. I forgot my sunglasses at the hotel where we had a big meeting on Friday night and nobody turned them in.  Keith convinced me to invest in a pair of Maui Jim sunglasses. These are not cheap, but I could justify the cost because I am outside all the time and I’ve had lasik, so I need to take extra special care of them. So I spent this money on these sunglasses and I wore them at the cocktail gathering that was outside on a patio that evening. Lyndsey said that I could set them down on top of her notepad because they are sport glasses and don’t fold up all the way. So I put them down at about 7ish and when I left at around 10 something, I had totally forgotten about them. We called the lost and found and I even drove to the hotel to get them. They’re not there and I am so upset over it. I loved these glasses but I don’t want to spend that much money on another pair. I will wait a couple more days to see if someone maybe found them and wants to give them back. That would make me so happy if these sunglasses got turned back in. PLEASE!?!

On Saturday I swear that we met a vampire. I didn’t think too much about it at the time, but now all the signs point to this guy really being a real live vampire. He had that gray/white hair that real life vampires could have. He covered up his wrist with a bandana. He had big teeth. He wore his hat down low to keep the sun out of his eyes. He had very low energy while he was in the sun. I can say that I’ve never questioned meeting a vampire before, so this is kind of intriguing to me. He wore a red shirt…what color is blood? Wow. That was different.

I hate men in skinny pants. I think that the skinny pants do no men any kind of favor. It’s like rolling your pants up in the 80’s where no shoes could ever look decent. I don’t know why they bother me so much…especially on men…since I don’t look at men in any way other than you can’t really avoid them since there are so many in this world…But it pains me to no end to see a man in skinny pants. I don’t know why they bother me this much. Maybe I’m just jealous because there’s no way I could pull them off. But what’s wrong with having just a tad bit of flare at the bottom of your pants or leaving a tad bit to the imagination on the form fit of your legs. Ugh. I need to stop now.

Does anyone need a piece of junk couch? Maybe you need a giant chew toy for your dog. Maybe your kids need something to jump on. Maybe you need something to shoot your bee bee gun at. I don’t know nor do I care. I just know that I have a couch that’s been sitting in my dining room for months now and I have nowhere to take it. I’m going to just throw it out if nobody wants the thing. My dog gets to keep the love seat because she likes to sit on it and look out the window, but the couch is up for the taking. So leave a comment if you are in the area and want this thing. It’s nothing fancy but it is comfortable. So there ya go…

keith’s not as ocd as me

We didn’t do the morning show run yesterday because the weather was kind of crappy. So last night I hit the gym all by myself. I don’t know if I’m better off alone or in a group. I like being able to keep my own pace, but I also can respect peer pressure and the willingness to push myself to keep up with the rest. I don’t know which works better, but either way I guess I’m good as long as I’m doing something.

Yesterday was upper body. I have to be careful when I work my arms because they tend to get bigger before they start to look toned. I could work my arms all day long, but then they get bigger like a boy instead of toned like a girls arms should. I’m told to use less weight…if I use any less weight than I do I feel nothing but boredom. I won’t even bother driving to the gym if I get bored, so there’s got to be some kind of happy balance.

I made the mistake of laying down on my couch yesterday and, like I wrote about yesterday, could not make myself get up. I didn’t cover up and I can’t even remember if I had a pillow under my head. But I slept so good. I finally woke up when I realized that I hadn’t bleached my bathroom or dusted in like a week and that it needed to be done. So I got up and cleaned. Keith has it so easy…all he has to do in our apartment is take out the trash. It’s better that way. Believe me. I am so completely anal about certain things that we would fight every time he would even attempt to clean I’m sure I would find some fault in it and give him hell. And it gives me a chance to listen to my cleaning CD, so it works.

Gum and money

I knew that today was going to be a good day when I put my hands in my pockets and found two pieces of washed and dried orange Trident gum (and no, it hadn’t been chewed) and like $23! I never, ever have cash on me, so it was mega exciting to stumble across this “free” money. Do you know what this means? I won’t have to stop in at Walgreens for some random purchase and get cash back because I’m too lazy to go to the bank. I just have to keep from spending it on something small and random that I usually wouldn’t buy because the total is too little to put on a debit card. That shouldn’t be too hard because I would blow it on convenience store Diet Dr. Pepper’s and other crap that I absolutely don’t need. I mean I love my Diet Dr. Pepper, but I don’t need it. Imagine all the cash I would save if I saved that $1.19 when I got thirsty. I might give that a shot.

So we went running after the show again yesterday. Kellie couldn’t go, so it was just me and the guys. Sort of. I couldn’t keep up.  My legs kept cramping up and my right leg went back and forth between cramps and falling asleep. So I did more of a walk/run at my own pathetic pace. I played softball last night despite my stupid cramping calf. We won, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t because of me. My batting was awful. But I did get a run, RBI and a walk. Not too too horrible, I guess,.

Is it the sign of a problem when I can’t sleep in my own bed? I don’t know what it is but I sleep better anywhere than in my bed. This upsets me because I doubt the bed is paid off at this point and I’d at least like to love it while I’m paying for it. Is that too much for me to ask myself? I guess on the up side I am also still paying off my couch and I am able to sleep on it. In fact there has yet to be a time that I haven’t laid down on my couch and fell asleep so mega hard that I couldn’t make myself get up. I think 3 of the past 5 Friday nights have been spent with me passed out on the couch. I will go down for a little nap and wake up 13 hours later. I sleep through the alarm and then when I do finally hear it I just reset it for a later time. It’s kind of sad. It is officially known that if I don’t text for four hours solid it’s because I’m out on the couch.

I’m kind of excited about summer coming so quickly because of the concerts coming through town. Not so much to go to the concerts, but because of the potential to get them in studio. So far I’m falling way short, but I’m working on it. If I could get Jordin Sparks to come in and sing No Air to me, I would be so happy. I gotta get back on that.

Chinese computers?

Is it wrong that I’m so pissed off at my older sister still that I won’t go over to my mom and dad’s house until she leaves? She showed her face for the first time in goodness only knows how long on Saturday morning. My mom gets a 3AM call from the bus station asking for a ride. I guess that just goes to show that consideration doesn’t come naturally…if it’s a gene, my sister got the recessive part of it. I don’t understand how one persons brain can work so completely differently than another’s, especially when we come from the same place? I’d love to go off on her and talk about all the things that have happened that lead to my feeling so bitter towards her, but I won’t.

Do Chinese computers have different keys than American computers? I’ve been getting tons of spam from some kind of Asian language symbols, but I don’t know where they come from. Isn’t it too confusing to have keyboards in English, Spanish, and symbols? I’m confused by this. Does that make me stupid? Or closed minded? Wouldn’t that make things too hard if there were synbols and letter s in a ton of languages? I should google this.

Its day 2 of the morning show workout and I’m not excited about it at all today. I’m starting to give into the fact that being skinny is too much work and maybe I’m just meant to be fat. I’m not obese by any stretch, but I’m not thin as a rail either. I guess it’s unrealistic of me to think that being a size 2 is easy…and my obsessing over it only makes it worse. So typing this is probably doing me no good.

Do you now love the new Leona Lewis song? I could listen to it a hundred times a day and probably still not be sick of it. J-Si and I sing along to the new Lil Mama “Shawty Get Loose” song because it makes us happy. I can’t do Lil Mama’s rap well at all, so I have an all new respect for her. Go ahead. Google the lyrics and try to keep up with her. Not possible . At least not for me. I’m going to keep trying and see if I can make it all the way through it at some point. We do it two times a day after the show. Except for today because we have meetings. I could really use it today because I’m still dragging trying to wake up.

Sushi

I have officially tried real life sushi. Raw fish went in my mouth and I chewed and swallowed it and I didn’t even gag. Well, I take that back. One single bite got to me a tad bit, but the rest was a little piece of heaven. We had something with salmon and a red sauce and rice and the salmon was a tad bit too much for my mouth. I didn’t spit it out, though. I chewed it up and finished that sushi like a pro. I had soup with tofu in it. It was so good, too. And I forgot what else I had but Mary said there were 3 different kinds of fish in there.

I’ve bragged about the greatness of many things lately, but this one might top them all. I love Chicken in a Biskit with Easy Cheese more than I love refried beans. But this whatever it was compared and maybe surpassed the feeling that I get from a Chicken in a Biskit with a side of beans. That says a lot. I’m sad that I’ve been so closed minded with food and that I’ve missed out on so many visits to the sushi restaurant and that I’ve denied my taste buds of sushi for so long. It’s like I’m going from the eating habits of a 6 year old to a grown up. It’s pretty great, actually. Next I might try coffee. Mary had some the other morning that didn’t smell all gross and coffee like as I’m used to it smelling. I don’t know. Coffee is kind of a HUGE step for me, but then again so was sushi. It’s so funny because I used to drink my Pee Paws coffee every chance I got. He would let it sit and get cold and I would suck it down and loved it. But now the thought of coffee makes me want to gag…I dunno. It’s worth a shot but then again I’m that moron who would probably burn the skin off of my tongue every day. That would not make me happy if my tongue hurt all the time, so maybe coffee is a bad idea for me.

More tasty cracker treats

If you come in the studio here at KKITM, there’s a big window right behind my mic and a little window sill I put my stuff on. On the sill right now is a bunch of things. My keys, lotion, static guard, cough drops, CD’s, a Pop Tart, Patron, and crackers with Easy Cheese. And some kind of yellow mix for the patron. Anyway…

 J-Si and I like to do little taste test experiments in here when we are hungry and have time. Lately I’m loving crackers, so we’ve been trying to decide what cracker is best with easy cheese. Today we made kind of a big deal discovery…mixing crackers with the easy cheese is amazing. We took a Chicken in a Biskit and put the Easy Cheese in a happy face design. That’s pretty important. Then we took one single reduced fat Cheese It and put it on the cracker as the cheese it chicken in a biskit hat. I thought that just the reduced fat Cheese It’s with Easy Cheese on top were great. I even love the Chicken in a Biskit with Easy Cheese on it. Just thought I’d share this fun snack tip with everyone who loves cracker treats as much a J-Si and I do.  I didn’t do much yesterday except for overmedicate for the cramps and fall asleep in a chair. It was a nice chair and I slept well. We had meetings until after 2 here at the studio and then I had a couple of errand to run for the show. So this is kinda boring unless you can find the same joy in the cracker treats I told you about as I did.