One, Two, Three Strikes You're Out

Anyone who knows me knows that I am not too fond of the following things:

• Heat/Being hot-I panic!
• Children
• Organized Sporting events, especially watching them

And even though my area at work was told as a special treat we would head to the new Huntington Park to catch a lunch Clippers game, I tried to keep a positive attitude. I am very appreciative that they allow us fun days and to be away from the office. I, in fact, tried to remain positive even when we got to the park and noticed numerous "mini buses," with daycare names on them. I even remained positive when they were handing out posters for children as you walked in.

I don't know when my cookie started to crumble, but I think it was around the time that I realized that it was "Daycare Day," at Clippers Stadium and I was surrounded by at least 100 kids. Now I know that sometimes I get a big dramatic on here, but I am spitting the truth on this one...Kids everyone! I felt like Ms. Hanigan from Annie. Except instead of little girls, little girls, I would have sang, little kids...little kids.

These children began to chant things such as, "You missed it loser, " and "Let's got Clippers, let's go...Clip my nails!" And I will be honest...they were almost cute the first 50 times.

And then there was the heat. I am a very hot natured person, the time I tell you I am cold...I am potentially sick and dying. So yesterday as we sat in the extreme heat with the sun beating directly on us, I thought I was going to die. At one point I stood up and looked like I had a "wee," bit of an accident because I was sweating so badly.

And to top it all off, we stayed the entire 9 innings, as did the lovely, lovely children. At one point I actually began to tear up because the situation was just not funny anymore. I was miserable.

I know this post wasn't particularly funny, but I just felt like someone else should know my pain. Perhaps I should have warned you in the beginning of the post....

Hell no!!!! No one warned me at the beginning of the game...so we are all kind of even...

Crime and Punishment

As I have mentioned in an earlier post, we have a musician staying with us and Victor is really no trouble at all, in fact other than our dogs acting like complete idiots every time Victor:

* Walks out of his room

* Comes in the front door

* Coughs

* Blinks his eyes

you would never even know he was there.

Our dogs are perfect when it's just us, but add someone they don't know and they are on constant alert and have suspicions that the new person is an informant for Bin Laden. They bark and jump off of the bed, us, etc. You get the picture.

And I have to admit, I am terrible at disciplining them at everything. I don't do to much when they jump off the bed barking like mad, or when the drink out of the toilet, or when they won't move from a spot I would like to sit. The Hubby gets so annoyed at me because together we aren't a united front. But I ask you...could you discipline this little cutie?

I'm in Bitches!

Today is shaping up to be a good day...Dear sweet Hadley Hartz confirmed me as a friend on FB. My week is now complete and it's only Thursday! ROCK and ROLL.


Also...not to sound like a complete stalker...but HH and I have the same bracelet....I am taking a shot of mine tonight to post...this was fate....

Southern Ohio Belle- Updation

Miss Hadley has still not accepted me as a friend. Now I realize per the last episode she was going to quit dating men with no future and focus on her career, but COME ON...Add me already. I really think that the likelihood of her reading my stalking blog is probably very little, so I am not blaming the blog as of yet. But it may come to it.

On other Southern Belles news, I was doing some googling today and discovered that Shea's ex-finance Jeff is now romantically linked to Katie King who was the woman Hadley did some campaigning on the show for...weird....

Yes...I am concerned about my fascination with this show and No...I don't know what I am going to do about it....

Dear M&M Cookies...

Dear M&M cookies and Diet Coke...why can't I quit you in the morning....what makes me crave you at 9:45 every day...

Sex and Santa

This past weekend I took a road trip with my aunt, grandmother and two cousins. Needless to say, I laughed the entire way and had an amazing time. As I was trying to recount the days events to my mother who, was unable to attend, I couldn't really drill down to details that were so funny to explain why I laughed so hard, it was just the whole atmosphere.

There was however one story that was so funny that I wish I could claim it as my own. My cousin Leea, has two boys, one 10 and one 5 roughly. Leea also has a circus of animals at her homestead including large turtles. One day Leea's oldest son, Cannon came upon a male and a female turtle having an intimate moment, let's say...and then Cannon came to Leea for a bit of the birds and the bees lesson. Leea stalling for time, told Cannon to wait till his little brother Aiden was asleep and they would talk about it.

So sure enough when Aiden went down for the count that night, Cannon was right at Leea's side wanting to know some dirty details. Leea's approach was a scientific book, much to Cannon's dismay...but they did end up talking a bit and Leea then feared that Cannon would take this highly coveted adult talk to his little brother. So Leea ended she and Cannon's chat with a quick speech about how Cannon didn't need to share all his knowledge with his little brother Aiden.
Leea said, "Like for example Cannon, you don't need to tell Aiden that there isn't a Santa Claus, even though you know that."
In response Cannon wails, "What do you mean there isn't a Santa Claus Mom!!!!"

My favorite part of this story is that the 10 year old wanted to know about sex, but still believed in Santa Claus. Man...I wish I could claim this story as my own...it was just so cute!

*Maybe Cannon can ask Santa for a sex tell all book this Christmas!

Professional in Pink????

Hmmm....I am quite curious, do you think the large amount of pink in my office makes me look more or less professional?