My obsession

I have a new obsession. Last week I spent the entire week reading the Twilight saga and I am totally blown away! I have never had any book(s) effect me the way these have. They opened up a lot of feelings that I didn't realize I still had, or maybe ever had. The books are such a lovely story of love and devotion. It is amazing to me how these books are targeted for young adults and so many of us grown women are totally gaga over them. That just goes to show how wonderful a writer Stephenie Meyer is.

Now that I have finished the saga I am truly devastated. I have sat here for several days trying to get interested in my TV shows I have on my DVR or picking up another book, but I'm just not interested. I'm still chewing over all of the happenings in those books. I am going to begin a re-read this weekend. I think I read them so fast the first time around that I missed a lot of things. I have joined a couple of sites for adults who love the saga and am so excited about that! Others who share my enthusiasm for the series.

I am also totally gaga over Robert Pattinson when he is looking all Edward like. Wooohoooo boy! He is seven years younger then me, but I don't give a damn. LOL I told my hubby the other day that if Edward Cullen ever comes knocking on my door it's bye bye honey. Every woman needs an Edward Cullen. Oh yeah.

Twilight and and evening in the ER

I have literally been "bitten" by the "Twilight" frenzy now! When I first became aware of the series I thought, "What in the world could all the fuss be about?! Especially about a fictional vampire." Holy. Mother. Of. God. NOW I get it! I am completely and totally in love with a fictional vampire. Where in the hell are the real men that are half as good as Edward?! Yes, I am married and I love my husband, but Edward doesn't hold a candle to him in the romance department. (Sorry, honey. You know it's true!)

I actually started reading the book a couple of weeks ago and was a bit unsure about it. The first couple of chapters didn't really grab me. I kept at it though and am soooo glad I did! It didn't actually take me the two weeks to read it once it got me sucked in, but I had a couple of things come up between the time I read the first couple of chapters and when I was able to sit down and devour the rest. Now I am almost halfway through "New Moon." (I started it yesterday.) I am not liking it quite as much, yet, because of the beginning between Edward and Bella. (If you've read it, you know what I'm talking about.) I am needing more Edward!

Now, on to our excitement of the ER visit......

Tuesday evenings my kiddo usually goes to visit her Nana and Papaw for a few hours. Last night was no exception. Papaw picked her up from MDO and all was well. I went to Hendersonville with Aunt Z to pay a bill of hers and just as we walked into Target my dad called and said kiddo wanted to come home right then because there was a slight accident. My heart skipped a beat and I, of course, asked what the problem was. I could tell my dad was pretty upset because his voice was a bit shaky. He explained that they had been coming across the field from his shop with him drving his Club Car and kiddo walking. She didn't want to ride, like usual, she wanted to walk the whole way. Well, somehow she ended up tripping and he accidentally ran over her foot with the Club Car! He was devestated. We decided to meet at the nearest ER to have her foot x-rayed.

When we arrived at the ER we checked in and they advised it would be a bit before she could go back because a couple of ambulances had arrived. No big deal. We were there about an hour before she was seen by a nurse and then probably an hour more before the doctor saw her. They x-rayed her foot and it was only bruised on the inside, no broken bones. Thank goodness! However, we did end up spending four hours of our day in the hospital to be told that. I don't really understand why it always takes so long in the ER.

My dad still feels so bad about the whole thing. He took kiddo to lunch and to see "Hotel For Dogs" today. I think they will both heal just fine!

Dancing in the dark

This weeks Small Talk Six is:

6 songs that you love to dance to when no one is looking.

1. Dancing Queen by ABBA.
I positively adore this song! It makes me happy and not able to sit/stand still when it comes on.

2. YMCA by The Village People
How can anyone possibly resist dancing to this song?

3. Love Train by The O'Jays
This song is so much fun! Anytime I'm in a bad mood all I have to do is hear the opening notes of this song and I'm instantly happy.

4. Abracadabra by The Steve Miller Band
The music is so cool in this song. Makes my big 'ole bootie move!

5. Butterfly by Crazy Town
Hhhmmmm, not pulled out that CD in a while. I think I need to do that!

6. Honky Tonk Badonkadonk by Trace Adkins
His voice "melts my butter" and I got enough badonkadonk to shake, so might as well!


As one can tell with the first four in the list, I listen to a LOT of 70's stuff. Mostly when I am cleaning house. That seems to be when I'm inspired to shake my groove thing! So, I turn on my SIRIUS Satellite Radio and rock on.

Want to see what others said? Go here http://www.momdot.com/small-talk-six-getting-your-groove-on/

Happy Sunday, y'all!

My map?

Where the hell is the other half of my map? Ah well, I'm tired. I won't worry about it now. Basically, on the other side of the map I've been everywhere but VT and SC. Woohooo!!!

My world

So, tonight as I was catching up on my DVR'ed American Idol episodes I ran upon this cool website, http://www.world66.com. You can check off each state you have been to and it will color those states in red.

Here is my world:


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I was actually very shocked when I saw my map filled up. I knew I had been to a ton of places, but wow! I have been very fortunate to have been given the opportunity as a child, and an adult, to travel around the U.S. I have so many places here that I absolutely adore. Jackson Hole, WY, Los Angeles, San Francisco, New York City, Montana, Mt. Rushmore, The Badlands. The list could go on and on.

I hope to be able to give my daughter the opportunities at travel that I had growing up. My daddy took us on the best vacations ever. I hope I inherited some of that!

Now I need to start traveling outside of the U.S. to start filling up a country map. My fear and hatred of flying though may make that almost impossible for me. Luckily most of my travel here in the U.S. has been some kick ass road trips!

Tearful Tuesday at MDO dropoff

So, lately drop off for MDO (mother's day out) has been a little hard. Today was the first time she's actually cried though since the first of the year. Kiddo has never really loved the thought of going to MDO on Tuesday's and Thursday's, but once she gets there she has had a great time. It seems to be that way with a lot of kids.

Anyway, this year, her last year in MDO before kindergarten, has been a bit hard on her. She's not really good with change and we've had a lot of them this year. Her teacher has changed now three times. No, not because the school is bad or the teachers are shitty, we have just been delt a bit of a different hand. Her initial teacher she really, really liked. However, she left at Christmas break to go back to a full time teaching job. A mom of one of the little girls in her class then came in after Christmas to be the new teacher, but she would eventually need a six week break when she delivered her baby. Well, she wasn't there but maybe three times and started having blood pressure trouble so they had to deliver her early. So, now we are on teacher number three, but only for six weeks until second teacher comes back. Whew, confused yet?

The last couple of times I have dropped kiddo off she has been a bit sad, but never cried. Just gave me an extra tight hug and a good, big kiss. This morning, the tears finally came. It just broke my heart. She clung to me and told me she would just miss me so much. She just HAD to go home! We went through the normal, "You'll be okay, you'll have fun, you'll do lots of cool things today" spill and none of it seemed to work. A little boy in her class came up and told her, "D, you can't leave today. I would miss you if you went home!" He then tried to entertain her with hopping on one foot. She was having none of it.

Finally, after about five minutes, she calmed down a bit and I tried to tell her goodbye. She then informed me I could not leave until her tears had stopped. She was embarrassed! Of course, at the decible she was wailing there for a bit, no wonder she was embarrassed. LOL She then calmed down and had a great day at school.

However, I came home feeling like the shitty mean mom for making her heartbroken kid stay at MDO. I tried to tell myself (and I've told her this before as well) that when she goes to kindergarten she will have to go everyday no matter if she wants to or not. We don't really have a choice. We'll see how well that goes!

Oh, on an aside note, I'm finally getting into "Twilight." I think I'm finally going to understand what all the fuss is about. Wooohooo!!!!

"The tooth fairy took it!"

So, today kiddo and I go to visit my grandma (Gran Gran to kiddo). Shortly after we arrived my Aunt L arrived with my cousin S's little girl, K, and then my cousin J rolled in with her little girl, A. We were all sitting around chatting and having a great time when all of the kids decide to go back to Gran Gran's bedroom. Well, this makes Gran Gran very nervous because the last time they were back there, it wasn't pretty. So, my cousin J goes to check on them and all is truly well.

About ten minutes later K comes running into the kitchen with Gran Gran's flashlight that stays beside her bed. At this point something dawns on her that she is missing her small flashlight that goes under her pillow. (Don't ask. I have no clue.) So, she rounds up all three kids and starts quizzing them to see if they know where the small flashlight is. My kiddo says, "Nope, Gran Gran. I didn't bother it." K, who is only two, mutters, "No, no, no, no Gran Gran!" Then we come to A. She looks at Gran Gran square in the eye and said, "Gran Gran, we didn't bother it. The tooth fairy took it!"

A is only four. How she knows about a tooth fairy, none of us have a clue. However, she seems to take a lot of things, so if you ever lose something, just wait for the tooth fairy. She took it!

High school drama

*Disclaimer* Please note that in this post I am going to seem just as much "high school drama" as what I am about to bitch about, but this has been bottled up for a long time. I apologize and please realize, this is not usually my style.

In this post we are going to refer to my former friends as "Bimbo" and "Jiggly."

In high school I had a very tight circle of friends. We just did our own thing and didn't bother anyone else and no one bothered us. One in particular, Bimbo, had been my very best friend since the 6th grade. In high school "Jiggly" entered into the mix. I really thought that Bimbo and I would be friends for life. However, fate had other plans. Both of us got boyfriends, which would generally be no big deal, but mine ended up causing a strain in mine and Bimbo's friendship. To the point that after graduation, we no longer spoke. Jiggly had kind of taken up her spot as my "best friend."

Now, Jiggly and I were not as close as Bimbo and I had been, and never would be, even if this friendship had lasted. Jiggly truly got on my nerves. She was loud and opinionated and thought she was "the shit." However, she was fun to have around on occasions and what not.

Anyway, fast-forward a few years and Bimbo and I had worked out our differences, my boyfriend that had caused the rift was now my ex-husband, and I thought that things would be good again. Sometime in that few years Bimbo and Jiggly had gotten in contact again and had already been working on their friendship as well. This caused us all to have a different dynamic with each other then before, and mine and Bimbos friendship would never truly heal. At least, I see that now in hindsight. Jiggly and I didn't really have a strong friendship history to work out, so we just kind of picked up and went on.

A couple of years ago after some pretty unpleasant things happened to me (not at Bimbo and Jiggly's hands) I started to really take stock in who I wanted to have in my life and who I did not. After several months of consideration, I decided it was time to just cut the cord all together with Bimbo and Jiggly. Even though both of them had kids, one was married and one was divorced, they had never really got out of the "high school drama" state of mind. They still had to talk to each other on the phone multiple times a day, and half the time it was about stupid stuff. For example, what they were wearing that day, what they had for breakfast, the latest gossip, etc. They expected me to spend this much time on the phone with them as well. Uh, no. Not happening. I have a life. A husband, a child, and real issues to deal with. Also, Bimbo was divorced and back in the dating pool and that was causing some major strain in mine and hubby's marriage. When Bimbo would come into town she would expect me and Jiggly to go out with her to the clubs and what not so she could find a guy. It should be stated that Bimbo is EXTREMELY low on self esteem and has to have a boyfriend at all times or else she feels like she's no good. She is constantly asking how she looks, etc. It's sad really.

Anyway, back on track here. I just cut the tie. They seemingly got pissed because there was a nasty post on MySpace about me, but whatever. Again, I had moved on past that kind of thing. Well, it has come to my attention, through the grapevine, that they are still poking fun at me a good year and a half after I cut my ties! How extremely pathetic is that? Really. It just goes to show that I was right and they will never grow up. After I had cut my tie with them, I just let them dissipate into my past. Didn't think much about them or anything. I could see how much happier I have been with new friends in my life and didn't have time to dwell on them.

So, why blog about this? I really don't know. I have no idea what point I'm trying to make. I guess it was just what I said, they will never grow up.

Jiggly will forever be the extremely large, loud mouthed, opinionated, bully she ever was. She will always think her opinion is the only one that matters, or is correct. She will always have to duplicate everything that Bimbo does in order to feel cool and in style. (At least, as much as a size 24 girl can copy a size 4 girls style.) She will always have to be on the phone with Bimbo multiple times a day talking about stupid shit and/or gossip that she probably only knows less then half the truth of.

Bimbo will always be the self absorbed, self conscience, bleached blond, fake boobed, temper tantrum girl she ever was. She will forever be marrying and divorcing the poor schmucks who fall for her and taking what she can from them. She will always be talking on the phone with Jiggly about the same stupid shit. Nothing she ever has will be good enough. She will always be on the hunt for something bigger and better. She will always be in a plastic surgeons office so she can be desirable to the opposite sex.

The most important thing will be that they will always be talking about or making fun of me! Who knew that little ole me would be worthy of such long time gossip? If I could say one thing to them, it would be, "Ladies, we all turn 30 this year. It's time to grow up and quit acting like you're still in high school. It's really unbecoming and you look like losers."

Now, with all that has been said, let me just make clear that I am for sure no paragon of adult behavior. I never said I was. I enjoy going out and having a good time, I can act immature with the best of people. However, there has to be a time to leave gossip and backstabbing behind. Some of us just have no learned that yet.

Good times, y'all.

A day at the zoo

Today was a gorgeous day in Nashville! The sun was out and the temp was actually warm enough you could wear capri's and a light jacket. At the zoo they were having "Zooperbowl Sunday" in honor of the superbowl. Admission was only half price. Frankly, half price is all the Nashville Zoo is worth, unfortunately. None the less, my daughter loves it!

So, hub, kiddo, Nana, Papaw, and I head into town to have our day at the zoo. It was so much fun! Kiddo was the most amazed over the size of the elephant poop. We just so happened to walk up when one of the lovely ladies was in the middle of a poop. My daughter was fascinated. She then had to have her Papaw point out all of the piles of poop he could find. What exactly does this say about my daughter?

After we left the zoo, we headed over to The Spaghetti Factory for dinner. Yuuummm!!! It was so good. We had never taken kiddo there before and she loved it.

All in all it was a good day to take my mind off of the event of two Sunday's ago.