I saw this on TV today and nearly peed my pants laughing. Of course I immediately looked it up on YouTube.

I’m sure you’re prolly reading, so I thought I’d point out that you look stupid in all that makeup. Also, I’d like to point out that meth is bad for you. I feel really sorry for you, I do, unfortunately I never did anything wrong… meaning I can’t fix things and you’ve done it all to yourself.

This public service announcement is brought to you by Rolling Rock.

I rarely to never mention my job. I may bitch about work (it’s the act of having to work, not my actual job) but I am sooo grateful to be able to do the what I do. It is involved in the Country Music industry so I am constantly meeting artists. I’ve never had much of an interest in popular country so most of the time I’m not phased… most of the people that come in to perform for us I’ve never heard of aside from designing an ad or two for. Usually they’re just starting off, sometimes they get big and sometimes they do not. The most popular artists I’ve met are Kenny Chesney, the Rascal Flatts, Jewel and (my favorite) Dwight Yoakam.

We’ve been SLAMMED for the past few days. Our quarterly magazine will be out next month so we’re all busting our asses to meet Thursday’s deadline. Today was one of those days where I barely had a minute to breathe, and worked up until 6 with no downtime at all. As I came off the elevator and into the parking garage I saw that the car next to me was backed into their space, it was a Lexus SUV type thing, and it’s owner had both doors wide open so that there was no way I could even think about getting into my car.

So being the shy little thing I am I just stood by the rear-end of my Beetle and started twittering because OH MY GOD I’d just had the most hectic day and all I wanted to do was drive home but this PERSON was keeping me from even getting in my car. I was cursing him while he dug around in his backseats, FUCK THIS GUY, I thought WTF IS HIS PROBLEM? LET ME IN MY CAR, DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!

He finally finishes digging through his back seat, turns around, notices me and says, “Oh! I’m sorry!” At that moment, I realize that I’ve just been standing there cursing Billy Ray Cyrus.

Somehow, I manage to blurt out “OH, you’re fine!” and hop in my car.

I know we’ve all cursed Billy Ray a time or two, but how many of you can say you did it while he was standing RIGHT in front of you?

I think the guy next to her is the funniest part.

Shawn and I have been sitting around listening to music and watching videos on youtube all morning like a bunch of lazy bums. But it’s Sunday and in my book there’s no better time to be lazy. We watched about two or three Tool videos just now, and since I don’t know much about Tool other than my brother and sister-in-law really like them (or did at some point at least, you never know with them two) he was telling me a few things about their songs and videos. He started to tell me about someone from the band named Adam but couldn’t think of his last name. He kept trying to remember it so to get him to go on with what he was saying I just blurted out “Jones!” He was like “yeah, that’s it! Adam Jones!” but I thought he was just humoring me by agreeing that we can make his last name be whatever we wanted it to be. A little bit later he was talking about this Adam guy again and without thinking twice he called him Adam Jones… so I asked, “Is this guy’s last name really Jones because I so just made that up?”

Turns out it really is and I am psychic. I’m still tickled about it, how weird.

I hope I’m not jinxing myself by thinking that my life lately has been so smooth and full of happy. I don’t know if I can even remember a time when things to stress about have been so few and far between

I’ve had a totally awesome weekend. Les came for a visit Friday night so we could work on a project that is in the works. She didn’t leave until 8am on Saturday so of course most of my Saturday was spent sleeping, but I made up for it by staying up all night last night so that I can hopefully get a decent amount of sleep tonight before a long day at work tomorrow. Hopefully I won’t pass out too early though…

Staying up last night rocked because we were in one of those moods where we never even bothered to turn on the TV or use the internet for much more than to play music. This type of thing is new to me because I can’t say I’ve really ever been able to do that with previous boyfriends. I’m sure it’s just because Shawn rocks and we’re like peas in a pod. He’s all moved in and settled, and *gasp* PAYING RENT, holy shit! We have tons of around-the-house-type projects planned, one being a garden that I cannot WAIT to start.

Have I mentioned the badass Pee-Wee doll I won on Ebay a little while ago?

Haha, Whit, people are looking for you!

I also noticed when you google “lola bean” this picture comes up as the second result. Aww.. my lil baby.

One day Les came by the house to hang out and what not. She told me that her friend busted out a harmonica and his dog sang along with him. I couldn’t find my harmonica while she was over to test it, but I ended up stumbling upon it when I was digging around in my closet last week. We tried it on the dogs and the most we got was Lola Bean and Duker looking at me real crazy and then he started barking like crazy.

The harmonica has been sitting on the coffee table ever since, and last night Shawn started using it to open up his beers. He randomly decided to play it and to our surprise, Duker had himself a lil ho down! I was pretty toasted so of course this was the funniest thing I’d ever heard/seen. I recorded it but you can hear my drunk ass laughing really hard through the whole thing and trying to get Pickle to sing along with him.

So instead of posting that I went ahead and played for him some more this morning and he sang and sang. I still get tickled about it, he’s such a goofy dog.

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