Cricket.

Everyone meet Cricket. She's my bes-fran. She also happens to be related to me :)
She loves cats. (But not to the point of crying every time she thinks about them.) She has strays and drop-offs from time to time. Some stay at her work, some are at her house. She's got a big heart! :)

We do not live close to each other, but when we do get together, chaos ensues. Here is an example of a SLIGHTLY crazy time with Cricket.

Sometimes we get a little overwhelmed with the chaos and sometimes things start to not make sense or make us sound like we've been inhaling too much helium. Sometimes, it happens all at once. And we end up with strange conversations like "A circle with a triangle on top", or random words like "85". Crazy right?! There were also a few times that we made midnight snack runs to the kitchen. Miss Pearl PickleBottom may remember this as well. But the craziness does not get old.

With this in mind, let me tell you that we are both, completely sane people while we are doing our own thing. USUALLY. Although, I question my sanity more than I would ever question her sanity. (That girl has got it together!) But when we get together something happens to our (or maybe just mine) brains. I believe it is something similar to melting, only I think it involves glitter, beads and paper mache.

She is very crafty and talented with a camera! I love her to death, and dread thinking of not being able to drive down to visit whenever I can, when I move to the wintery tundra. Anyway... here's to you Cricket.

Food.

When I get hungry, I tend to get a little delusional, shaky, and quite frankly ...wierd. (more so than usual anyway).

I also tend to have a habit of eating wierd mixtures of things....

The french fries (also known as freedom fries[incase you may have forgotten]) with the ketchup and mayonnaise mixture can be attributed to my friends at lunch in high school, Miss Pearl PickleBottom. Which reminds me... do you remember that time I had the bag of reeces pieces explode all over the cafeteria???? Seriously, the most difficult bag of reeces pieces I've ever (tried to) open, still to this day! I'm talking, people 4 tables over were getting pelted from reeces pieces. I was totally humiliated, and only got about 5 pieces of candy for myself. You on the other hand, thought it was beyond comical, and laughed the entire way to PE. :( It was a sad day.

Anyway, back to food. Spaghetti and corn. When I was growing up, we always had corn with our spaghetti, so I would end up mixing it in with my spaghetti. Now I find it difficult to not have corn with it.

Pizza and ketchup. Ketchup is tomato sauce. Pizza sauce is tomato sauce with spices... if I need more sauce, and don't have dipping sauce, I use ketchup. :)

Cake ... is cake. Who doesn't love cake. And not necessarily chocolate cake as seen in the expensive and elaborate drawing. Pretty much any cake will do.

I probably have more odd mixtures of food, but I can't think of the others. Random comes in spurts.

Annie Girl

Meet Annie.

As I stated in my "Chaos that is me" link, she likes to have her nails painted. :) She is the princess of the family for sure.

Annie suffers from anxiety. When riding in the boat, she is wide-eyed the whole time. While vacuuming the house, she darts around from every corner of the house to the other. Well, I just recently heard of this amazing contraption called the "Thundershirt". It's for dogs with anxiety!! There is even a video of a dog reacting to the vacuum similar to how Annie does, and then shows the dog with the Thundershirt on and how they react to the vacuum after this. The dog is totally calm! I am amazed! I must purchase one.

For more info on the Thundershirt, go to their site: http://www.thundershirt.com/

It even comes in a pink, that would match her collar and her nail polish! :)

P.S. It is more difficult to draw a black dog than you would think.

**UPDATE** Colt and his Orange Rubbery-Hair-Ball-Thing

Ok, So as I'm pondering on this story, I'm thinking... "Wow, maybe this isn't the best story to introduce Colt to the world with." But he's really a great dog, and (you'll see) he has a great personality! He is actually my inspiration for the blog! :) Say hello to Colt. He has a camo collar.

OK, on to the story.

Jay has away for less than 6 hours now, and I'm watching a totally educational program. Maybe some of yall have heard of it. Jersey Shores?? I've never seen an episode before this day. Annie is laying by our couch relaxing, while Colt is playing with this toy. Which is a toy that I got in a Dairy Queen kids meal, that can only be described as a rubbery ball, covered in orange rubbery finger things. Which use to look something like this...

(If you've never seen one of these, you've never known a kid under the age of 7.)
About a month after he had it, it deflated. And now looks something like this....

After the deflation of this toy, it has in some way become more attractive for Colt to play with. He throws it for himself... into the air, into the wall, into the beta tank (yes that happened), and has actually managed to hit me with it a time or two. It was like crack to him.

If you grab it and act like you will throw it for him, I'm pretty sure he'd do a triple-sow-cow, ending with some extravagant ballerina move for you. Anyway, he was entertaining himself until he got bored with that and decided that I needed to throw the (at this point) slimy thing for him. So he brings it over to me and puts it on the couch. I am trying to watch Sookie's hair change in every scene and so I just start throwing it down our hallway.

A commercial comes on and I realize that he is very worked up and panting very hard, but is still wanting me to throw it for him. So I throw it one last time and as he gets back to the couch with it, he starts chewing on it (because it's rubbery and it feels funny in his mouth probably) and swallows the thing. "OHMYGAH!!! DID YOU JUST SWALLOW THAT THING?!?! WHAT THE HECK BUBBA!??!" He is looking at me like I'm some kind of crazy person, like nothing ever went wrong (still panting). So I start looking for it, thinking that maybe he dropped it under the couch or something and then he thinks it's a game. When I cannot find the thing, I REALLY start to panic! "OMG!! WHAT IF HE CAN'T DIGEST THAT!?! WHAT IF HE TRIES TO THROW IT UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND CHOKES ON IT?! AND I'M ASLEEP?!?!! OMG! WHAT DO I DO!? DO I MAKE HIM TRY TO GAG IT BACK UP??!!?! OMG I'M GOING TO BE A TERRIBLE MOTHER ONE DAY!!!!!??!!!"

So I call Jay and explain the situation, and he informs me that it's not a big deal, that it SHOULD pass ok, but to keep an eye on him. Exhausted from the emotion apocalypse that just occurred. I realize that Colt is just fine and looking for a cool spot to lay. (He does that when he gets worked up and gets too hot.) I let him sleep with me in the bed, still worried that I might wake up in the middle of the night to find him not breathing. The next day came and he was still perfectly fine, and the day after that and so on.

He still acts as if nothing ever happened, and I still haven't found any orange finger-y poop.

**UPDATE**
This morning, while enjoying my bowl of cereal, Colt was entertaining himself by rolling around on the floor and messing with Annie. I walked out of the room to wash my bowl  and spoon and when i came back he had his head in his kennel and then a few minutes later, this is what I see...

I was beginning to think that that thing had dissolved from his stomach acid! The only other OBVIOUSLY logical explanation would be that Aliens came down and abducted JUST the orange thing. (I've heard they don't like dogs.)

Change is a good thing...unless you're dead flowers

So as you may have noticed, I made a few changes to my page. Well... let's just say it's still really a work in progress. :)

I think that I will slowly begin to tell you stories that have happened to me in the past. But until then... I made you something. :)

This is me... and the sun and just SOME of my flowers... Sometimes the sun and the flowers don't get along too well and then it ends up looking something like this....

And that's pretty much how my flowers look right now... kinda sad. :(

Fake Smileys - Font Deliberation

Ok, so as a perfect example of how my mind works, I will explain how I chose the font I did for my posts.

I tend to use smiley faces a lot when typing e-mails, chats, facebook status updates, etc. The more I post, the more you'll understand.

I simply chose the best font that made my smiley's the most amusing. Some made them look more funnier than others. The one I chose actually made me actually smile when looking at it. The others... they looked like they were faking it. They were fake smileys. These are not fake smileys. :) They are genuine smiley's.
Ear to ear grin :) = Genuine

Blog about life's randomness?? I think so.

So, today I start my blog. :) "Why blog?" you might ask. Because I think that sometimes life's silly moments need to be shared with the world. I believe that life is too short to live life sad. So if my blog can make just one person laugh or snicker or even crack a grin, that means I made a difference.

I recently had an epiphany. Writing not only gets my thoughts out more clearly rather than me stumbling over my words like a nervous 1'st grader in a new class, but it also makes me feel better. :) So sometimes my posts may be about something stupid that happened to me, but then again, it may be a real situation that needs some (I'm going to call it) "thought purging". Because "thought throw-up" just doesn't sound fun for anyone, even if it does make you feel better after. Ew. Completely over that thought...moving on.

It is my goal to not share any specific personal info. as I do not want all the crazies to know details of my REAL (outside blog) life. So if I write about someone in my family, or some of my friends, I will protect the "innocent" by possibly changing their names. :) Which I think may be an interesting/comical feat in itself.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy some of the random things that happen in my life.

WARNING: not all posts may be comical, but I appreciate you suffering through the post anyway. :)