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I know I’ve mentioned this a time or two, but my bff and I have known each other our entire lives. This has been a huge blessing through the years; however, it’s also lead to certain events that would be better left forgotten.  But instead of pushing those to the back of my psyche and having them resurface in strange, incoherent dreams; I thought I’d blog about ‘em. 

For those of you that don’t know; my bff is a singer. Not professionally, though she could’ve been if she had wanted to.  She has a beautiful voice and it still pleasantly surprises me every time I hear her sing.  She discovered this talent pretty early on. And like any good parent would do her mother signed her up for voice lessons to hone the new found gift. 

I must preface this by saying that she and I had spent our entire lives up to this point doing the same things. Our parents even dressed us alike for pete’s sake.  And we were all about it. If she got a zip up bikini then I needed one too. If I quit ballet cause I hated everything but the recitals then she was outta there too (by the way, she’s still blames me for ruining her dance career). If she had a bedazzled, LA gear, stone-washed jean jacket then by golly I got one too. That being said, there really is no justifiable excuse for what I am about to reveal…..I, too, signed up for voice lessons. I mean obviously if the bff was a singer than I was too. Right?! And Darlene, being the dotting mother that she is, marched my non-singing little butt up there and took care of business. And so began my journey to unearth the talent that I knew was hiding somewhere deep inside of me.

As it turned out that hidden talent was buried a little too deep and we never did find it.  We did, however, record quite a few lovely tracks. One of those beauties was my rendition of The Wind Beneath My Wings by one Bette Midler. I happen to be just self-deprecating enough to want to share it with you, but I think I lost the tape when I moved.

The whole experience wasn’t a total loss, though. I learned that maybe I didn’t have to do everything the bff did…which came in handy when she started doing big girl pageants that included a swimsuit portion. I also learned that my Mom loves me very much…so much, in fact, that to this day she truly believes that I’m a good singer and has, on occasion, told me to try out for American Idol. Thanks for believing in me Mom! Even if it could’ve turned me into a highlight on the American Idol reject show.     

…to say I told you so.  Cause yall were SO right…I had such a good time at the reunion!  Who knew:)

I would love to say that I took lots of pictures so I could tell yall all about the night…but you know better than that.  I didn’t take a single one.  So I jacked everyone else’s off of facebook:)  

Here we go…CGHS c/o 99 10 year reunion as told through the lense of someone else’s camera (click on any of the pictures to make them bigger).

First came the outfit…of which the highlight were my cute shoes…or so I thought.  So. Much. Pain.  Seriously, my feet are still sore. 

There were two parts to this shindig.  Phase one was at Olde Towne Tavern in Larryville.

Phase two was at Door 44 in Atlanta.  There were a lot of people there that didn’t go to Olde Towne so I was glad I went to both.

So there you have it…our night o’ fun.  It really was great to see so many old friends.  Kinda makes me wanna go to the 20 year reunion…kinda:)

of our waiter at a restaurant way the heck down 78 being a CGHS alumni?

We had a girls night on Monday and our sweet little waiter went to Central too!  I’m telling you…it’s all about high school this month.

He wanted to know what teachers we had when we were at Central to see if he knew any of them.

Then we explained that the people we went to school with are the teachers now.

10 years out and we’re runnin’ the place.

Let’s all take a nice stroll down memory lane.

10 years ago I had dome bangs, blonde hair and eyebrows the likes of which I hope to never see again.

And just for fun this is me and B.Green at our freshman homecoming.

Sorry Brian…you’re bearing the brunt of my bloggy flashback today:)

I give.  It would appear that my fear of missing out on something supersedes my fear of awkward conversation. 

Sooooo…..apparently my 10 year high school reunion is coming up.  I currently have no plans to go.  It’s not that I don’t like the people I went to high school with…I do.  It’s just that…well…I’m shy people!  Social situations are not my strong suit.  Small talk is not my forte.  Cramming 10 years of life into a 2 minute conversation is not my gift.  You get the picture, right?

Ever since I was a lil bitty ol’ thang runnin’ around in overalls…actually my mom didn’t dress me in overalls.  Unless you count our end of the year performance in preschool where we sang I’ve Been Workin’ On The Railroad.  We had to wear overalls that night…and a handkerchief around our neck…cause we were workin’ on the railroad.  And actually a girl I went to high school with was in my preschool class and she puked off the side of the stage right smack in the middle of workin’ on the railroad.  She says she doesn’t remember that, but Tanaya and I do.  Annnnnyway.  The point I was trying to make was that I’ve always been shy.  I don’t particularly care for that trait, but it’s there none the less.  So the thought of an entire night spent making conversation with people that I don’t really know anymore stresses me out.  And since we’re being honest I can only handle being awwww-ed in response to my marital status so many times before I lose it:)  

I’ve already been catching a bunch of flack for not going, but I thought I’d put it to the people to decide.  Whatcha think?  Will I regret not going to my 10 year reunion?      

the worst picture taker on the face of the earth!

I spent most of Memorial Day weekend hanging out in South Carolina with Amanda, David and the fam.  We had tons o’ fun.  Went to a little festival in downtown Seneca, went to their cool church, rode jet skis.  But do I have any fun pictures of those things?  Negative.  Behold my one documentation of the weekend…

Good one right?  You really get a feel for everything we did just by looking at this solitary photo.  And don’t be fooled…this takes a lot of practice.  Not everyone can capture the awesomeness of an entire trip in just one picture.  Mama always said I was special.

when I used to update my blog everyday?  Those were the good ole days huh?

I went to see one of my friends last night who just had a precious little girl.  Actually she had her a few weeks ago, but I’m a bad friend and just got over there to see them for the first time last night.  They also have an almost two year old little boy who told me no less than 355 times about how he does NOT like the big cows at Chickfila.  
Annnnywho…after dinner we moved into the living room and he started running in circles around the chair I was sitting in.  About 10 laps into his marathon he paused right in front of me.  I figured he was catching his breath…or maybe regaining his balance…or pausing to relive the horror of the Chickfila cows.  But then he ripped one right on my leg and all those theories flew out the window.  After he finished marking his territory he resumed his circles around my chair.  Nice one kid…preciate that:)   

I just realized that most of the things I’ve done in my life have been because of KT.  Facebook, Twitter, my first big girl job…and now couponing.  All the important stuff:)
When she first told me about this site she used to get a bunch of coupons I wasn’t really interested.  However, since I’ll be starting a newer and considerably tighter budget next week I’m in need of some savings.  Not to mention that when I added up how much money I spend at the grocery store I about fell outta my chair. 

Today was my first shot at making a concentrated effort at saving money on groceries.  I only had two coupons, but I still managed to save $20!  Not bad for my first time. 

That might be pathetic in coupon world, but I was pretty stoked about it.

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved the idea of being able to carry everything I need on my back.  That sounds really strange, but it’s true.  When Tanaya and I were little we would go play outside and I would pack my bag with all the essentials.  Which at 6 years old was Huggums (my baby doll), a juice box and my jellies.  You know…in case I got invited to a party…I’d have the proper apparel.  But there was just something comforting in knowing that everything I needed was right there and that is wasn’t much. 

I still long for that.  Living simply.  Being able to carry everything I own or need on my back.  Now don’t misunderstand me…I am not what most people would call outdoorsy.  At least I know I don’t give that appearance.  And I by no means have the kind of lifestyle where I can carry everything I own on my back.  In fact I’ve managed to quite efficiently fill up a whole house all by myself. 

I’m not sure what it is about having little that’s attractive to me.  I’m sure people who have little would think I’m nuts…the grass is always greener right?  I guess after just a few years of being in the "real world" and buying the things that I thought I was supposed to buy in order to achieve the "American Dream" I’ve realized they don’t mean squat.  I love my house, but it’s not important.  And we all know I love me some clothes…but they aren’t what matters.  I know it’s easier for me to say that on this side of the fence though.   

I’m not planning on packing it all up anytime soon, but I think there will always be that desire in me to sell everything I own and throw just the things I need on my back.  That, of course, will still include my jellies:)   

oh my!  This past weekend was a little busy to say the least.  Here’s how it went down.
Worked on cake 1 and cake 2 Wednesday, Thursday and Friday afternoon (I ran out of fondant on Friday so I had to drive to Tucker to get more…I’m a genius in case you were wondering).
Got the text early Friday morning that Kel and Bob were at the hospital and Baby Walker was on her way! 
KT and Amanda got to my house about 5 on Friday.  We were supposed to be having a girls slumber party, but Josie got sick so KQ couldn’t come and Kel was…well she was a little busy:)
So we all piled in the car and drove to Athens to see Kel, Bob and Amelie Joy Walker!  Precious!

After we left the hospital we came back to my house and Amanda and KT got the pleasure of staying up ridiculously late helping me with cake 2.  But we had fun and laughed a lot:)

Saturday morning we got up bright and early and got ready for Seleta’s shower.  I drove to meet KQ and deliver cake 1. 

Then I hauled a back to my house and grabbed cake 2 and headed to Seleta’s shower. 

It was so good to see people that I hadn’t seen in a long time.  And I can’t wait for Chloe Mae Collins to get here! 

I crashed the rest of the weekend and then last night we had a small shower for Kary.  Can I just say that I love shower food…good thing cause I go to a few:)

So to sum up…everyone and their brother is having a kid:)

By the way the highlight of last night was when Merrit looked at me and said she had to go to the bathroom.  So I grabbed her hand and we ran to the bathroom as fast as we could.  And just as soon as I got her pants down I here "ploop".  #2…right on the floor.  So close…yet so very far away.  I let Dad take care of that one…Aunt Morgan isn’t quite ready for that:)

At what age do dimples in your butt stop being cute?

I had the joy of holding this little butt tonight.  Tanaya called and said she needed some back up quick like and as I was running out the door I heard something about projectile vomiting.  Luckily I never came into contact with the puke, but I’m not gonna lie and say that the thought of it didn’t give me a slight anxiety attack. 

As I finally crawled into bed last night I learned my final lesson.  I laid there with my eyes closed and started to drift off.  Then I heard something down the hall…it was giggling coming from the girls room….and just for a minute I felt like a mom.  It made me smile.   

This next little bit of information that I learned from my college girls is about crushes…how fitting:)

The following is a break-down of the progression of affection:
1. A "squish"-when you like a boy that you know you will never date cause he’s out of your league or you don’t really know him.  (I never get these)

2. A "crush"-when you like a guy, but it’s just stupid and you’re like "oh my gosh I like this guy" (I don’t make it up.  I just report it)

3. A "smush"-when you like a guy, but you’re not sure if he likes you back, but you’re totally ok with just being friends. (riiiight)

4. A "crash"-when you like a boy so much that if it doesn’t work out it’s going to feel like you crashed.

And that ladies and gentlemen is how the kids are dating these days…or crushing…we never really got to the actual dating part.  

A couple of the girls from my college small group came and crashed at my house last night.  They kept me up way later than I care to be kept up, but it was worth it seeing as how they passed on a wealth of information to me.  So throughout the day I’ll be imparting that wisdom to you. 

Here’s the first little jewel.  They were big fans of this guy.  His name is Ingram Hill and he covers a bunch of popular songs.  Actually, now that I think about it I have no clue if Ingram Hill is his name or the name of the group…anyway….they really liked him.  He does have a cute little smile:)  I probably could’ve appreciated this song more if I had ever heard the original by Chris Brown, but unfortunately I’m just not that hip.  Enjoy your first lesson in college coolness 101.    

I can only assume that’s what’s been going on since I have no less than 5 pregger friends right now.  On the day of the now infamous seatbelt fiasco I mentioned I was heading to a surprise dinner/shower thing for Amanda.  We had lots of fun eating and laughing…two things I thoroughly enjoy.

Here’s the all preggo side of the table.

Here’s the other side…Seleta had to sit with us non-preggers.

All the moms!

Yesterday was round two of the showers…this one was for Kel.   

The cake.

And my favorite outtake from the day…Katie doing the robot…next time you see her ask her to do it for you…she’s real good.

I experienced the pure joy of sit and spin goodness tonight for the first time in about 20 years.  I lasted all of five rotations before I had to stop in fear of hurling all over Merritt.  I was trying to show her the ancient hand over hand technique that’s been passed down through the generations and allows you to achieve maximum speed.  She wasn’t interested.  Kids these days.

Tell me you don’t still love the sit and spin!!!  By the way her sit and spin plays music…when did they start playing music?   

I have about 450 preggo friends right now…actually I have 5…but it feels like 450.  I love them and the precious lives that are growing in them…but if I hear one more craving I’m going to explode…literally.  See my preggo friends love to inform me of every craving that enters their preggo minds.  As a result I also start to crave those things.  Only problem is I’M NOT PREGGO!  And while they can afford to eat like that, I can’t.  Yesterday one of those friends decided to email me about how she was craving some little debbie cakes.  Which made me start craving a little debbie brownie.  We spent a good 4 emails talking about nothing but little debbies.  And at the end we concluded that there’s no way Debbie is as little as she claims to be. 

p.s. did you know that they don’t have little debbies everywhere?!  One summer when I went to California with a friend her family that lived out there ripped us a new one when we asked where the little debbies were in the grocery store.  They had no idea what we were talking about and thought that was the most ridiculous name they had ever heard of.  

They don’t know what they’re missing do they:)  

Did yall miss me?  I know yall didn’t know what to do with yourselves without my blog to guide you:)

I felt like doo all last week and it took every bit of energy I had just to sit up straight at my desk…so blogging feel by the wayside.  But I’m back in action! 

Let’s see….let’s see…what’s been going on…well there was Thanksgiving.  That was tons o’ family fun.  I think the highlight on the day was my mom announcing to everyone that I needed to hurry up and get some in-laws…thank you for that one, Mom. 

Then the rents help me put up my Christmas tree.  Mike was as handy as ever and got everything lookin’ real nice.

Last week I had a Christmas dinner with some great friends and all of our mom’s.  That’s always a good time. 

Then last night we had our Christmas party for our college small group.  I love those kids!

So yeah….the holiday season is in full swing!  And I’m back to my usual cheery self so the blog should be up and running again. 

Oh and I’m working on Lou…I know, I know…it’s taking forever.  I’m sorry.  

can’t you tell?