My apologies.

I was really happy that I was kinda, sorta really sticking to this and blogging everyday, but then I woke up Sunday and hello, sinus infection from hell! I really want to finish this up, but don't want to get too far behind so here's a short version of the past few days that I've slept through missed.

Day 12 — Explain how you got one of your scars.

Daddie was engaged to a lady who had two boys that were The Bubs and Sissy's ages. They had bought air soft guns and me being the kid I am, had to have one, too. I was trying to show Daddie that they didn't hurt when you got shot with one so I shot myself in the calf point blank. Needless to say that wasn't one of my smartest moments.

Day 13 — How do you think others view you?

I'm currently waiting to hear back on this one. :)

Day 14 — Talk about the cuteness of your pets.

Do I really need words...

Tallulah and Pink

Murphy

Belle

Day 15 — A poem you wrote.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I can't wrtie poems.

Hooray for you!

(Pretty sure it's my best one yet.)

Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly).

Family Time

I haven’t spent much time with Daddie and The Sibs since I moved and don’t have a car.  I’m spending the weekend with them and am going to try to stay away from the Internet as much as possible and just enjoy spending time with them.

I’ll be back Monday and play catch up.

Enjoy your weekend!

I’m lazy today.

I got a new bed that’s really comfy and I can’t wait to go to sleep.  I couldn’t decide on a story from my childhood. I was telling my friend this story the other day, so without further ado, stolen from Momma, I bring you the first time I broke the law.

Katiebug's dad and I did not have the most amicable divorce. With that being said, while we were going through this nasty process, then presidential candidate Bill Clinton was going to be at what was at the time Chennault Air Force base in Lake Charles, Louisiana and my mom was taking my Grandma to see him. Well, I decided there may not be another time that Katiebug would be able to see someone involved in the presidential race in such an up close manner, so we decided to make it a four-generation field trip.

When you are in the process of getting a divorce and are under orders that neither party is to take the child out of the jurisdiction of the judge, this means you cannot leave the state with said child. (Oops - strike one.)

Lake Charles is about an hour, hour & a half from Beaumont. Katiebug was 4 at the time. Four-year old bladders are not prone to being able to hold it for very long as has been well-documented over time. At some point, we definitely had to find a way for her to "pay her water bill" so I located the little girls room and headed off in that direction...only to be stopped by a Secret Service agent telling us that the area where the restrooms were located were off limits and that she would have to wait until they had cleared the area. Now this agent must not have had a child or been around many children because as we all know, when they have to go THEY HAVE TO GO! When you have a four-year old little girl who's been potty-trained since 18 months dancing around about to lose her ever loving mind because she HAS TO GO it's funny how it can change a person's stance regarding protocol. With that said, little Miss Katiebug made it to the restroom and was able to do her business, after which we went back to our seats.

Now everyone around us were holding signs as you can imagine and Miss Katie Scarlett did NOT want to be left out. My mom and I looked around and finally found an 8x10 piece of what appeared to be part of another sign and made her a little sign to hold. She said she wanted it to say "Texans for Clinton" and she waved it and waved it like it was an American flag.

Remember how I said we weren't supposed to leave the jurisdiction of the judge? Well, guess what precious little 4-year old with the biggest red, white & blue hair bow you'd ever seen ended up all all three local news stations in Beaumont and CNN that night. Katiebug you say?...yep, you'd be right. (Oops - strike two.)

Thank goodness her father was a Clinton supporter at the time or else I might have been able to determine if orange really isn't my color as I've long suspected.

Luckily, the only other time I’ve been involved with the law has been because of speeding tickets. 

Regrets

I don't regret much. I feel that living with them is a waste of time and energy. That being said, I do have a few. They're mainly things that I didn't say or times that I didn't stand up for myself. I tend to let people walk all over me and belittle me at times. While this happens I have so many things that run through my head. Things I could do. Things I could say. The fear of confrontation stops me in my tracks, however, and I accept the lashes of name calling and using and verbal abuse.

I know that I shouldn't allow this to happen and that I need to stand up for myself, and I'm slowly learning how to do this, but I just don't like hurting other people's feelings. I like for everyone to be happy and there to me no animosity in between. I've even gone as far as accepting the blame for something that was not at all my fault to begin with and apologizing because it's easier that we. We put it past us and move on.

Take the whole situation with Daddie. We got in this huge fight and went from seeing/talking to each other everyday to not speaking for almost 6 weeks. What was the fight about? I really can't tell you, to be honest. All I know is now he's back to asking me advice about women and sending me texts with what most people would deem inappropriate language between a father and daughter. (Read: It's the FUCKING Catalina Wine Mixer!)

Did we talk about what happened? No. Did we apologize to each other? Nope. We just pretended like it didn't happen and moved on. Not the healthiest way to deal with my problems, but it's soo much easier. We don't have to get into the whole 'tell me how this makes you feel' conversations.

Another example would be this evening. Papa came to pick me up from church (10 weeks and 5 days sans car, but who's counting?) and as we were three blocks away The Bubs mom calls. She's running late and wants to know if I can go pick up Bubs and meet her some..... her phone dies. I kid you not. We sat at the church for a bit and finally after 15 minutes decide to go way across town to drop him off at home, before making the 25 minute trip back to our house. Why did I agree to this? Well for starters, I love my brother and am not about to leave him at a place where a man was shot and killed a week ago. Number two, she knows that she can call and I'll stop what I'm doing to help because I love him. I don't mind helping, at all, I just feel like I'm being taken advantage of at times.

Oy. A therapist would have so much fun with me, wouldn't they?

Pictures!

This spost is supposed to be a picture I took (singular), but indecisive me can’t choose just one.  Therefore, here are my favorite 5 photos I’ve taken this year.

 

First picture with my DSLR.

Jed

 

Two days old.

 Yum.

Two of my favorites, Lulu and the beach.

Style in 2000

10 years ago I was 12 and in 6th grade.

We had just gotten an Abercrombie at our mall and that was the latest craze.  You weren’t popular unless you had a shirt that read PREP across the chest.  I never wore Abercrombie.  It was too expensive.  (Still is in my opinion.)

I was mad that I couldn’t wear shorts to school anymore without them being all the way to my knees, omg the horror!  I had to tuck my shirt in as part of school dress code so I got my first hoodie that I wore everysingleday and loved a lot more than I probably should have. 

Shoes that I really, really, REALLY wanted:

 

 

 

Shoes that I wore:

I don’t remember much about clothes.  I remember I had an orange Hawaiian shirt from Bugle Boy that I wore with khaki capri pants all the time. I had khaki overalls that I wore with a tank top that had a built in shirt under it.  Other than that I’m pretty sure it was t-shirts and jeans, under my hoodie.  I had a shirt from American Eagle that was hand me down that I wore all the time with my jeans and brown leather belt.  It had American Eagle written across the back bottom so I didn’t have to tuck it in.  Maybe that’s why I wore it so much.  Who knows.

I do remember that I had the brightest yellow and orange backpack from the Gap.  I loved that thing.

I was going to say that I’d love to go back and relive those days, but that means I’d have to go through high school again.  Four years was enough for me, thankyouverymuch.

Sleep is good!

Out of the past 30 hours I've been awake maybe two. My allergies are killing me and I feel like I have an elephant sitting on my face.

I'm pretty sure if I knew what the Guinness World Record for amount of sneezes in a day was, I'd be famous for beating it.