***I want to point out that this blog is for me to write. For me to
vent. And for me to get all my pent up frustrations out. This is my
opinion only, you don't have to share it, you don't even have to agree
with it. Hell, you don't even have to read this***
It is beyond gut wrenching and agonizing that we live in a world that human beings kill other unarmed and innocent children and adults. For nothing really. Innocent people die for nothing.
Most of the time, the main question we ask is WHY? Why did he do that? Why didn't someone stop him? Why did my loved one have to be there? Why did he pick that school to shoot at? Why is someone so evil?
And what hurts almost as bad as that innocent lost loved one, is that we may never get any answers to those questions. We may never know WHY.
Another thought that runs through our heads is, 'I DON'T UNDERSTAND!' I don't understand how someone could do this! I don't understand how someone could be this sick! I don't understand why this happened!
I, personally, don't understand why most of these horrible crimes are committed by young adults. There is a trend here folks.
Connecticut School Shooter: 24 years old
Oregon Mall Shooter: 22 years old
Aurora Theater Shooter: 24 years old
Virginia Tech Shooter: 23 years old
And I could go on and on.
What is wrong with today's youth that they think killing, make that mass killing, is the answer to their problems?!
Is it TV? Well, I used to watch the Die Hard movies when I was a kid and any other shoot 'em up flick and never killed anyone.
Is it access to guns? Sorry, there's always been guns around in my family. As kids we were trained to use BB guns at age 5. And to only hunt for food. Again, I've never killed anyone.
Is it Government? Good question. While the Government has changed since I was young and I don't agree with a lot that goes on in DC, you still can't hold others accountable for your own actions.
That's what it is. Who's accountable? What makes a young man kill kindergarteners?
In my opinion: It's the parents.
I'm sorry, but how do you NOT KNOW your son demented?!?!
Yes, I am not a parent. I've never had children. I can just tell you my opinion from the experience as a child. And you know what, my childhood wasn't a sparkly pink Candyland either. I had my share of problems. I just want you to understand that this isn't about me, but my life could have gone two different directions. With help from my PARENTS, I chose the direction I'm currently in.
When I was in college and in one of the worst depressions I've ever dealt with, flunking out of school, drinking very heavy every night, and being reckless with my life, do you know what my PARENTS and my FAMILY did? They supported me. They pushed me to get help. THEY were the ones that made me realize there was something wrong. Every person in my family, including aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers and parents would call me and talk to me and offer their love and support. I needed that. I needed them. That's what REAL family does. I definitely didn't think for one nano-second that picking up a gun and killing innocent people was the way to handle my problems. I was taught better than that.
So, how can you tell me that as a parent you don't know when there's something wrong with your child?!?! HOW?! Because my parents and family knew. I can imagine when someday I have children, I will know.
And I know there are swarms of kids out there with no parents, or parents that are deadbeats, or druggies, or emotionally & physically hurtful, and I know those kids can grow up to be horrible people because of that. But there's also kids that come from that, but because of ONE person that ACTED like a decent human being and was a 'parent' to them, they changed the direction of their lives, and are upstanding people.
And I'm sorry, but it's not the druggy kids or flunky's that are shooting up masses people. It's average young men. Who came from a middle income family. And most of them were going to college.
People if there is one thing in the world that you can teach your kids, teach them to face their problems, without using violence. Teach them about loss, teach them about the right way to win, teach them how to LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
Those families in Connecticut are in my heart and my thoughts. I pray that they get comfort and support in a horribly tragic time like this.
Someone in my family is a spoiled rotten farthead. And it ain't me. And it ain't the puppy either. Well, lets be honest, the puppy is a little spoiled. Especially considering he's curled up on MY bed right now.
Back to the spoiled rotten farthead. Yes, that farthead would be his guy:
And that guy would be The Husband.
And that picture was taken YESTERDAY. That would be Monday. A normal person's workday.
I get pummeled with a screwdriver in the skull and he goes on a free fishing trip on Lake Texoma. Typical.
And yes, those are probably beers in their hands.
BEERS. & FISHING. ON A MONDAY.
Oh, and did I mention that his boss was the one that came up with this brilliant idea. Yes. HIS BOSS. I think that's him, standing next to Ryan in the picture, under the arrow, holding A BEER. Apparently he's trying to be a shoe-in for the Boss of The Year Award. Whatever.
I'm sorry, but do you smell that?!?!
It's a terrible smell.
Yup, that's what it is, rotten BULLSHIT.
I don't know how shit can be rotten. But it can. Just go with it.
See, Ryan's boss, Chris, came into the office last week and was like, 'Hey, we've got a fish fry on Thursday and we don't have any fish! Shit! What are we going to do?!?!?!'
Well, I'll tell you.
A normal person would go to the damn store and BUY fish for the fish fry.
But since Chris is special, he came up with the plan to take like 20 employees 4 hours away and pay for them to fish for two days, so they could have fresh fish for their fish fry. Seems legit. And he probably supplied all the food. And the beer. And they drove company trucks, so gas was covered.
I smell it again.
It's that rotten bullshit.
I'd just like to point out again, that yesterday, I GOT SPEARED WITH A SCREWDRIVER.......IN.THE.HEAD.
And my husband was FISHING all day.
I think this deserves shoes.
Lots and lots of shoes.
Who likes cowboys in tight jeans, rockin' music, and shitloads of beer?!?!!
The Eric Church concert was a freaking blast!!!
Downright the most stellar concert I've been to in a long time. Really, I think the only other person that may be a little better, was Jason Aldean. And it's too close to call, really.
But man, could Mr. Church rock!
And I must say he is as cute as his pictures.
At least from where I sat, I thought he was. But I didn't sit that close. But lets just go with it.
The night started out early with cheesy pizza and big beers. Then, we moved into the concert and found the closest beer trough. At that point we proceeded to stand at said trough for an hour before the concert because we were too lazy to sit down. And we were getting beers about every 4 seconds. So it helps that we stood close.
Kip Moore started the concert off, he sings Beer Money & Somethin' 'Bout a Truck. Two of my favs! I don't have any pictures of him, because I forgot that I had a camera phone and a regular camera in my purse for like an hour. Moron.
Then Justin Moore started playing. His songs are If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away, Backwoods, & Til My Last Day. All great songs!!
And finally..........The Man. Mr. Eric Church. AKA Sexkitten. OK, that might have been a little overboard. (Sorry Ryan.)
Sorry, that's a little blurry. I'll put better one up in a minute.
We went with our neighbors and friends from across the street, BadAss Jen and Brad. Remember, I'm calling her BadAss Jen, well, because. I don't know why, but she's badass.
She's just so pretty.
We had WAAAAYYYYYY to much fun with each other. Way to much fun.
Here's some more pics:
Yes, The Husband and I can not take a normal picture.
Well, that's a little better. That's when he was singing Smoke A Little Smoke. Such a cool song.
The concert lasted till about 11:30pm. Which was awesome. Except Intrust Band Arena stopped serving beer at 10pm. Bastards.
Oh, and I WAS in the beer line at about 9:45, only a few people from the front of the line, and some bucked tooth nincompoop bimbo got all up in my face and was like, 'We're done serving beer!' I calmly replied that 'No, you're not, because I am still empty handed.' She did not like that comment.
But! Worst part about it was, as I was walking away, the dumb hooker let 3 other guys in line to get beer!! F*cking bullshit. No one gets in between Mama and her beers. No one.
So, I might have had a few choice words with the heifer. She didn't like that either. Then I think my dutiful husband decided to steer me in a different direction. Thank God, because otherwise I probably would have been kicked out. I'm still mad at that ho-bag though.
So other than the hooking heifer not serving me my booze, the concert was a hit. Total hit!
And since we were all still generally in an upright position, meaning that all the booze we drank prior to 10pm hadn't inebriated some of us that much, we went to a bar!!! Great idea.
No really, it was fun.
Kelsey (Jen's soon-to-be sis-in-law), BadAss Jen and Myself.
Three hot chicks if I do say so myself.
And this is the only picture I have with The Husband. That's not uber blurry or of him chugging beers.
Thank you BadAss Jen for having excellent photography skills that night.
All in all, it was a great night, filled with fantastic music and really good friends.
The next day however, BadAss Jen and I got up to take Hunter's Safety with about 10 twelve year olds and some middle aged dudes. Best time of our lives.
Nothing says 'redneck' like going to your hunter's safety class completely hungover, wearing no make up, pretty sure I didn't comb my hair, and all I ate all day was sour gummy worms and beef jerky. (Yes, I have an appetite like a 10 year old boy. It's fine.)
But......I PASSED!!!! 100% baby. So apparently being hungover and taking tests agrees with me. I wonder why I didn't ace all my classes in college then???? Hummmmmmm........
Oh, and to start this lovely week off, I got pummeled in the head with the pointy end of a screwdriver at 8:30 this morning. It hurts. A lot. I hate life.
A repair man was on this loft right next to my desk fixing the filter in the heater, and magically his screw driver flew out of his hand and into the top of my skull. I screamed obscenities so loud that the kid in the next room heard me.....with ear phones on.
Luckily, the damn thing didn't puncture my noggin, because we all know I need as much of my brain as possible in order to operate normally. Apparently I truly do have a hard head, because it didn't break the skin. I do have a nice bump tho. And a killer headache. Makes working just like a little slice of paradise right now.
And I'd just like to point out that shit like this only happens to me. Seriously. I need a helmet. Actually, it was pointed out by BOTH my husband and boss that I may need to wear a helmet........Nice fella's, nice.
But really, it may not be a bad idea knowing my clumsiness.
So anyway. I'm tired, my legs hurt from dancing too much, I have a headache, and it looks like I'm sprouting a unicorn out of my brain.
Just another day in Awesomecity, folks, just another day.
Try not to be jealous.
1. OK y'all. Sorry about last week's TTT. It was a little, well, batshit angry. It was a bad day. A real bad day.
But I'm better.
Mainly because no one's bothered me in awhile. Which is soooo nice.
2. I think I have an addiction. Like, Hi, My name in LauraBelle and I've been a chocoholic for 31.65 years.
Last week I ate an entire bag of Mint Truffle Hershey's Kisses. By.My.Self.
This week I'm doing a damn good job of mowing down this bag of White Chocolate Hugs Kisses:
They're soooooo delicious!
And if I don't have quick access (as in, within arms reach) of some sort of chocolate, like, God-forbid I run out of chocolate, I scrounge the measly change I have to go raid the vending machine like a crack addict hopped up on speed looking for their next fix. It's not pretty folks.
I have no idea what to do with this addiction. I think I'm just going to ride it out till after the holidays then worry about it. Actually, through a recent study, it was found that it's better to not feel guilty about your delicious chocolaty pleasure. Feeling guilty only enhances your craving for it. Seriously. I read it HERE. So it must be true.
No worries then.
Chocolate for everyone!!!
3. Speaking of this, I've decided to just take a break till the New Year, on the whole 'eat only air and sweat my non-existent balls off' thing.
Who am I kidding. I've been on said break for about 3 months now.
Basically I've decided that there is no way in Katy P's Candyland that I will be able to concentrate on anything remotely healthy, until after all this holiday cookies, candies, feasts that rival a palace soiree, and booze drinking comes to an end.
So Jan. 1st.....here I come!
Until then........Whoop Whoop for junk food!!!!
4. Soooo, I went to the mall yesterday and purchased the most expensive tube of lip gloss ever.
Holy crap how can one mini tube of sticky shiny goo cost damn near $19?! That's like a cheap pair of shoes, for shit's sake.
Anyway it's Clinique Full Potential plump & shine.
Yes, I need some lip plumping action. Why not, right?
This is what it looks like on:
I don't really have a before picture to show you the difference, but I can tell you that I'm absolutely in love with the color. And it really does give my lips a little plumping action.
So, apparently it's worth the 19 bones.
5. We have yet to put up our Christmas decorations. Lord we suck. We were going to do it weeks ago, then I got sick. Then last weekend we were both out of town. And this week has just been a cluster every night after work. Blah Blah blahbity blah. So we're shooting for this Sat.
If it doesn't get done then, I'm going to be pissed because it'll only seem like the decorations are up for 5 min before we have to take them allllllll down again.
What a pain in the ass decorations are. Can't someone just put them up for me? Well, maybe not put them up for me, but take them down from the attic and lay them all out pretty like, then I could put them up. Then come back after New Years and take them all down, pack them up, and shove them back up in the attic again. yes, I need someone to do that. Any takers?!?! Anyone?!?! Bueller?
6. Guess who's sexy ass I get to see shakin' it on a stage this weekend????
THAT'S RIGHT BITCHES?!?!?!
I'm so excited I could just pee!!! I'm going with our next door neighbors and bad ass good friends Jen and Brad. Then some other bad ass friends that Ryan works with Jarrett and Brandy. And then I think pretty much everyone in KS will be there. At least, that's the way the chatter on FB makes it sound like.
I'll try and take pictures. But knowing me, operating a camera while intoxicated, dancing, singing, and pumping my fists in the air is only going to lead to some freak clumsy accident. But I'll do my best.
7. Wanna know what else I'm doing this weekend?!?!
I'm getting my HUNTER'S SAFETY!!!!!
Nothing says 'safety while hunting' than getting shitfaced the night before at a concert then crawling out of bed to look at and possibly shoot guns while a Game Warden assesses your good hunting safety 'knowledge'. I'll let you know how it goes.
One of my goals, and the reason for me getting my Hunter's Education, is to get a bigger deer than my husband one year. Yup. I'm a little competitive. Just a little.
Speaking of deer and husband.....this is what I have to beat next year:
Yes. That is a behemoth deer.
And my husband shot it after sitting out 2.5 seconds on opening day (two Wednesdays ago).
If you'll notice all the broken antlers, you'd think he'd be disappointed that it wasn't a full rack. However, just judging by his huge perma-grin in the photo, he was not disappointed in the slightest.
The deer looked like it took on a 'roided-up elephant. And won. Seriously. It had numerous broken antlers, scars all over his face and his ear was ripped in half. How in the name of farts do you get your ear ripped in half? How?
This buddy was a fighter, I tell you.
And now we have close to 150lbs of fresh venison in the freezer. Thank you baby Jesus. That should last us the year. Cross your fingers.
Anyways, back to more important matters, like ME, I will be taking the Hunter's Education Field Day test this Sunday with my Bad Ass friend Jen (I think I shall always refer to her as Bad Ass Jen from now on).
We will be the oldest females in this group.
Everyone else will be 12.
It will be epic.
8. Speaking of hunting. It looks like my Wildcats will be hunting some Oregon Ducks on Jan. 3rd!!!
And the game is going to be in Phoenix!!!!!
I don't know if y'all know, but there is a group of like 6 girls that live in Phoenix, that blog in this blogosphere, that I would shave my head Britney-style to see again!!
But we can't go.
It's just that we get back from 11 days off for the holidays on the 2nd. And I'd have to probably take that day, the 3rd, and the 4th off. I pretty sure my co-worker Rebecca would shit a angry badger if I did that to her. Plus we've gone on so many trips this year, to Chicago, Florida, we've got to go to Colorado. It's endless. Basically, we're broke.
But there will be another time to see my Wildcats play in a bowl game! I know that! This is their second time at the Fiesta Bowl and I know we'll go again some day!
(PS Arizona girls: I think I've about got the husband talked into making a trip down this summer! [And Ryan if you're reading this, which you probably are, We're going to go to Arizona this summer, mmkay?])
9. Have you ever left the house without brushing your teeth and putting on deodorant? And you don't realize it till your about a sparrow farts distance from work? And you have no extra toothbrush/mouthwash/gum/ANYTHING in your desk to help with the breath that smells like a cat pooped in your mouth overnight?
Ya. Me neither. Just asking.
10. Tomorrow night I'm going to a BBQ at Bad Ass Jen's place and I'm making this:
2 cans(11 Oz. Can) Mexicorn, Drained
1 can(4 Oz. Can) Chopped Green Chiles
1 wholeBell Pepper, Chopped
3 wholeGreen Onions, Chopped
2 wholeJalapenos, Chopped (without Seeds)
8 ounces, weightShredded Cheddar Cheese
1 cupSour Cream
Combine all ingredients. Chill before serving with Fritos or tortilla chips!
Do you think it would be bad if I just hugged the bowl all night and didn't let anyone else partake in it's deliciousness?
That's it for me folks!! Have a great weekend! I know I will!