New Year's Eve Party!!!

For the first year in about eight, I don't have a boyfriend for the New Year's. That means I get to have FUN!!! Not only am I going to have fun, but I'm going to my first ever New Year's Eve party! I'm going to be the date of my friend Frank, one of the sweetest guys I have ever met. Now, if I could only pick out what to wear!! I've bought three new dresses for the event, and have no clue which one to wear. That's where my friends come in!! I'm going to be damn sexy!! Just wait until I post the pictures--and trust me, there will be pictures!!

Come On Now Guys... Are We Surprised!!!!

You're a BOMBSHELL.You're kitten-like and sexy. You don't need expensive rocks, you're so classy you overpower your gems. You tend to put glamour before comfort, but it doesn't take much for you to look glamourous anyhow.Men beg for a chance with you, and you can take your pick because, frankly, you're too good for almost all of them.

This was from a quiz taken on Quizilla, but I could not get the link posted up on here. Maybe I'm just a little ditzy!!! But then again, I don't think that would surprise any of you guys that know me!!!

Happy Bunny!!!

you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You
adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,
you might not have it all, but there are worse

which happy bunny are you?
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I told her I would do it, so without further ado...

The Many Faces of Mimi

Normal Mimi (well, almost--this was at the contest!!!)


Vampira Mimi


Ozzy Mimi


Mimi the Sweet Transvestite (Next to J.T., the birthday boy who was very happy at the time!!)

Your Fabulous Blog Master In The Spotlight

Yes, my dear friends, that is me. This picture was taken on December 13, 2004 at the karaoke semi-finals at Walt's. I was singing "Uninvited" by Alanis Morrissette (which by the way is an incredibly difficult and challenging song to sing!!!). Anyways, I love the picture!! Just wanted to share.

Four More Crazy Bitches--Well, Two New Ones For The Collection!!!

Aren't we pretty???

Darlen and Mimi

Kate and Deborah

The truth is revealed!!!

Just a little FYI to everyone out there. In case you didn't already know it, I'm a klutz!! Ha Ha!!


You are a klutz. You don't have a really good
balance. You have a really bright attitude
and like to party. You see past the all the
looks on people because since your not perfect
you don't see why you should judge others that
way.

Who are you inside????? (LOTS OF RESULTS)girls only
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Four Crazy Bitches

Karin's 28th Birthday at Walt's

Heather, Karin, Kate, and Deborah

One more day

I don't know about you, but Christmas has completely snuck up on me this year. I'm so not in the spirit of anything right now. The radio plays nothing but Christmas music, so I'm constantly surfing the channels looking for non-Christmas music. I guess the only solace I have is the fact that all my shopping is done!! Deborah and I went to Wal-Mart last night around midnight and finished it all, then stayed up until forever wrapping presents!! I hate it because I've not had the money to buy presents for everyone that I wanted to buy for. Actually, I bought for everyone that I love and stuff, but I didn't get them the gifts that I really wanted to get them. Money's been so tight due to medical bills and car trouble and stuff. Next year, I'm starting in January!!!!!!!!

Merry Christmas to all!! And to all--watch the Christmas Story marathon!!!!

Skinny people irritate me! Especially when they say things like, "You know, sometimes I just forget to eat." Now I've forgotten my address, my mother's maiden name, and my keys. But I've never forgotten to eat. You have to be a special kind of stupid to forget to eat.

I want to be in love in a movie!

It seems like every movie that I love is about the idea of falling in love and how wonderful love is. I totally agree that love is one of the most blessed gifts we have, but the whole Hollywood version of falling in love is very unpractical. I mean, how many of us are put in near death situations where we are rescued by a dashing prince charming who is not only drop-dead gorgeous, but also has a phenomenal job, excellent salary, a top-notch home, and enough time to try to court us? With my luck, Barney Fife would rescue me!! (Not that the whole Barney Fife scenario would be such a bad thing. I’m sure Barney is a really sweet guy deep down inside, but that just would not make for a good movie!!)

So, for 24 years I’ve had the Hollywood version of love forced down my throat, and I’ve come to a realization: I don’t think I’ve ever been in love. In fact, I’m sure that I have not. I was with someone for almost six years, and I know that I did love him, but I don’t think I was ever in love with him. I was more in love with the idea of being in love, if that makes any sense. I’ve never had a relationship with someone that was built completely on trust, equality, and mutual respect and friendship (well, not romantically). That is what I want. I’m sure that finding that will be like finding the proverbial needle in the haystack, but hey—I guess part of the fun is in the hunt, huh?

Karaoke Finals

Well, last night was the final competition of the karaoke contest. I think it went over really well—just a little long and stuff. The whole thing was filmed for FOX 61, a local station here. That was a trip. There were lights all over and people started freaking out. I was not in the actual contest, but I did get to sing with all the lights and it was a little intimidating. I think the best part of the whole evening was the fact that I got to sit and listen to some of the greatest singers I know—who are also some of my best friends! Everyone was so incredible, but unfortunately only four people walked away with money. Four out of fifty!! What a thrill it must have been to win that!!

Good food, good friends, and perhaps... a hot fireman (well--at least in my dreams!!)

So, Deborah and I went to Wal-Mart to do some last minute Christmas shopping. I had this brilliant idea to make an appetizer dish that is truly phenomenal. It’s really easy—just cocktail wieners wrapped in bacon and covered in brown sugar. You bake them on 450 degrees for about 25 minutes. We did all that. My friend told us to cover them in brown sugar—we SO did that. We put so much brown sugar on them that when it melted, it went down in the bottom of the oven and started a fire!! Leave it to me—the Goddess of all things Domestically Challenged—to burn down a house while making something so easy!! Oh, well, just another day in the life of a blonde!!

Anyways, the Christmas shopping is not done. The appetizer was actually really good. I did not burn down the house, and I learned a few lessons to practice next time I make the goods!!

Karaoke Semi-Finals

Sunday and Monday were the semi-finals in the karaoke contest at Walt’s. Sunday night they did the country category and Monday they did the pop category. I had qualified in the pop category, so I had to perform. Big fun!! I got all dolled up with Karin (also in the pop category) at Deborah’s house, and then we went out. I sang “Uninvited” by Alanis Morrissette, which is one heck of a hard song to do. Karin did “Whenever, Wherever” by Shakira and shook her groove thing all through the song. The night before was the country category, and a number of my buddies performed then as well.

So, after the contestants went, the judges chose twelve singers to move on. Karin was selected, but unfortunately I was not. It was kind of funny—everyone was shocked, but I just laughed it up. I didn’t even care. It’s just a little contest, and I have a feeling I know who is going to win the pop anyways… and it would not have been me!! The voice I have, but I’m not so big on stage presence. I’m going to be posting some pictures from the contest up here too, but I don’t know when.

The trouble with cars and credit

What a crazy week this has been. My car, my darling little car broke down on Thursday night close to my friends house. We pushed it (or rather had a guy in a truck push it) back to the house. I stayed with them until Sunday when my car was fixed and thank God it did get fixed.

So, anyways, I decided to go look at a new car (well, a new-to-me car). After work I went to the Saturn dealership and spoke to someone about a VUE I saw on the website. I drove it, decided I wanted it, and started filing the papers. After what seemed like an eternity, he told me that I did not qualify for a loan on a used car, but I could get a loan on a new car. What's up with that?? I drove the new one, and decided to see what the payments would be. It was unreal--$500 a month for 60 months!! That's almost half of my take-home pay. So, needless to say, I am still driving my darling little vehicle.

Hey its a great car. Yeah, it may have been wrecked a few times and the air bag may be out and it may have no heat, but it still gets me from point A to point B. Plus, I cleaned it out so it"s actually clean inside!! I can take anyone I want anywhere I want, and people can actually fit in my backseat. Last week, I took some friends out, and Deborah got in the backseat and the first thing out of her mouth was, "Hey I've never been in the backseat of your car! Yeah, Im a packrat and practically live in my car.

Whatever!! I really can't complain too terribly much. I have a car that is reliable and gets me around. Plus, I don't have a car payment!!! Yeah me!!

Christmas Spirit

It’s the Monday before the Monday before Christmas. That means I have less than two weeks to take care of all of my Christmas shopping. That means I have less than two weeks to come up with enough money to take care of my Christmas shopping. This is the part of Christmas that I can not stand. It’s all become too commercialized. Santa this… Frosty that… What about the elves… Gimmie a new pony… I need a tickle-me-elmo or whatever the big toy is this year… It’s all about buy this, buy that, I want, you need, money, money, MONEY!!! Why can’t we all remember that Christmas is not about the presents or the shopping. Hey—if the Grinch can figure it out, maybe there is hope for America.

FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!!

He wouldn’t even hug me. He acted as if it bothered him to even talk to me. Do I repulse him? Do I smell bad? Can I not have a friend? Or is it her—she can’t be my friend. Well, buddy—you’re pretty messed up in the head. I love you both so much, and I’m happy to call you my friends. So, fuck you. I can’t help it if I am who I am. I didn’t ask to be me. I also didn’t ask to have one of the greatest friends in the world (and obviously she didn’t ask to be with someone as fucked up as you). Things happen. I don’t control the world. I can’t tell you what to do. I’m not changing who I am for anyone, especially an asshole like you. Fuck you and your grand old horse you rode in on.

Perfect

I’ll live through you,
I’ll make you what I never was.
If you’re the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him, compared to her.
I’m doing this for your own damn good.
You’ll make up for what I blew.
What’s the problem?
Why are you crying?
Alanis Morrissette, “Perfect”

Each person is only given one life to live, one chance to make something of themselves. If you spend your whole life trying to live through another person, you are doing yourself a great injustice. Life is what you make of it, not what someone else tells you to make. Yeah, you’ll make mistakes, but it is through those mistakes that you will learn and grow.

I am only one person. I am who I am, and the only reason that I am who I am is because I have lived and learned from my life. I have memories of great times that I have been through as well as scars from the hardest times of my life. Each scar, though, has a silver lining. It was by those scars that I have found my inner strength. It was by those scars that I learned many of life’s little lessons. It was by those scars that I came to the realization that I am my own best friend and most faithful ally.

I’m very proud of the person I have become. I’m strong, independent, and willing to take on most any challenge life throws at me. The one challenge I wish I never had to deal with is my family. Not my whole family, but a few members. Those certain members should really consider banding together and forming a club—The Chattanooga Chapter of the Bitter Broads of America Society, or CCBBAS for short.

I’m never good enough for them. I can never dress right. No matter what career choice I make, it’s just not right. My success rate is negative in their eyes because I’m following my dreams, not theirs.

I’ve never stood up to them. I know that I’m strong, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to deal with the repercussions of a confrontation with the CCBBAS. I believe that their main purpose in life is to convert all those independent, happy souls into bitter broads like them. You know, suck out all the good energy and leave nothing but a hollow empty shell.

I may not have a job teaching. I may not have a boyfriend. I may still live with my father (who is the sworn enemy of the CCBBAS). I may be a lot of things that they don’t like, but I’ll guarantee you one thing. The one reason they dislike me so much is because I’m happy. Yes, I am happy, and no matter how much they try to cut me down and hurt me with their words, I will remain happy. Granted, I’ll have a few moments of downtime, but in the end, I’ll rise above their bitterness and be genuinely happy with the person I have become and the life that I am living.

Life is what you make of it. Whether you’re happy with your life or not is you decision. Set your goals high and strive to reach them. Live like every day is your last. Do not regret the past, but hold the past high in your mind as a learning experience. Do what you want to do, and don’t let anyone else try to steer you down a path you don’t want to be. Hey—you only get one chance to live. Do it right and do it your way.

My Birthday

Well, yesterday was my birthday. For those of you who know me, I've had one hell of a week. Yesterday more than made up for it. It was probably the best birthday that I have ever had.

I went to work, and Keva, our facilitator brought in hot Krispy Kreme doughnuts. I'm such a glutton for those, and my thighs will hate me later!! Anyways, we decorated our room and had a blast all day. It was sort of like a party for all the December and late November babies.

After work, my family met up at Red Lobster for dinner. I had the biggest plate of crab legs and shrimp, and basically made a fool of myself.

Later on, I went to Deb's house and hung out with her and crazy Karin who were very sneaky. We were all hanging around the living room, when Deb asked me to go to her car and get something. I thought she meant something else, so I went back in and told her it was not there. She said, "No, my jacket." So I went to the car and got the jacket. I brought it in and they were laughing so loud. You see, there was a HUGE pink (my favorite color) bag in the front seat, under her jacket, that I was supposed to bring in with me. Sometimes, I really can be a dumb blonde!!

Anywho, they started telling me about the whole thing that was supposed to take place--they were going to have a cake and everything. I had told Karin I was bringing the rest of my cookie cake, so she called Deb (who was worried about not having candles for the cake) and told her. Then, when I showed up with about half of a cookie cake, Deb (unbeknownst to me) called Karin and told her that I had ruined it all--I had brought a cake. (If you don't know Deb, she's a bit of a dingbat, but I love her just the same!!)

So, I had a blast on my birthday. Plus--I got my hair straightened. No more frizzies!! Yeah!!

I always knew that looking back on my tears would make me laugh, but I never knew that looking back on my laughter would make me cry.