Dogs & happiness

I promise I'm not dead. The semester I just finished was one of the longest and exhausting I've ever gone through, but that could be because it's my final year at NCTC and I just wanted this shit to be done with. But good news! I only have to retake this math class that has been eating my life away and my final math class and I. AM. DONE. And then I get to figure out which of the two big universities in my area and what major and how to get money and other stressful bullshit that will come in the next 3 months.

Anyways, I digress. This is a happy post! I never mentioned anything on here because idk, I suck at blogging w/e w/e w/e. As many people know, it's been a little over a year since we lost our dog Jessie. After she passed, there was an empty void in our house. Around Mother's Day that same year, my parents went out to Tractor Supply where an animal shelter was having an adoption event. That's where my mom met Kesha.

She's crazy, energetic and also one of the sweetest dogs I've come across. She suits this family perfectly. I was a little apprehensive about her at first because of her stupid amounts of energy she has, mainly because of Mimi and how she'd function around the house with her but it seems to be working out okay (Mimi doesn't care for dogs tbh). Kesha's become my little buddy in such little time. Every morning she runs out of my parents room to sit by my door to see if I'm okay. She'll launch herself into my arms when I'm in bed and then speeds off.
Plus she does this

And this face just kills me omg

So, thank you little one. I'm glad you come into our home in a really sad time and for probably being  the best Mother's Day present my mom could ask for. And for all you other mothers, I hope y'all have a great Mother's Day and get all kinds of cool shit! I think I may take my mom out to brunch and then to see Dark Shadows since we're both big on the soap opera. It's so super cheesy, you should really check it out. p.s. I promise I will do better at blogging now that I have plenty of time. Maybe I can even be like a ~real blogger~ and do weekly themed stuff. WHO KNOWS.

They Say It's Your Birthday

If you aren't friends with me on facebook and got the ~someone has a birthday~ email or follow me on twitter and listen to me talk about how I'm not sure how to feel about it or if you just don't know me at all, I have a birthday this week. Tomorrow, actually. Big ol' 22 years old. I'm still as excited about birthdays like I'm still 5. I want presents. I want cake. I want people to just fawn over me and pay attention to me me me. Nope, no one else gets to have a birthday when I have one. I'm the important one here, hello.

All my vanities aside, I feel like I get the right to be selfish and spoiled on my birthday. I wasn't even supposed to be born. I fell in that 1% that the birth control can't control. Not only was I not supposed to even be here, I gave my mom hell while she was carrying me with diabetes. Then to top it off, I was born early and I was sick. So sick that I made my grandfather cry because he thought there was no chance in hell I'd make it. I had see through eyelids, people. That's why there are no newborn pictures of me. No one wants to see that shit. That ain't normal or cute. Plus I never slept and apparently looked like Yoda. What. Even.

Yet here I am. I should live to celebrate my birthday. I should be excited that I made it to another year, with or without the threat of a family member telling me to stop whatever I'm doing if I want to make it to that next birthday (if I could have a dollar for every time I heard that....it'd all be gone by the next day. I suck at money. It's whatever). And I am. I just miss people other than myself making a big deal of it. I mean, yeah every year my mom and I have a few drinks and she tells me the same stories every year and how I scared the shit out of everyone because no one knew if I was going to be okay or not, but I'd at least like it if letting me pick out a restaurant wasn't like pulling teeth...mom.

So yay! Happy birthday to me! I'm happy to have not died! And yes, I wish I could get something to signify how lucky I am with a tattoo. Preferably while on NY Ink while crying my eyes out about how grateful I am and all that blah blah blah.

Pipe dreams, y'all. Pipe dreams.

Happy Mother's Day to the best mother possible!

We may fight and get shitty with each other, but I couldn't ask for a better person to have come from! I love you mama (who won't see this)!

artin' & fartin'

So this weekend was Arts & Jazz, which if you're not from my wonderful hometown (bye haters), is exactly what it sounds like: arts and jazz. And booze, really bad for you but kickass food and running into people you know because literally everyone in Denton is there. Bryan and I went both Friday and Saturday, where I proceeded to get a $4 cup of beer (what is that shit? idek know. I should've done like everyone else and brought my own in.) and then we ran into some of our friends who happened to have a Camelbak backpack full of rum. Can I get a hell yeah? So in my slightly drunk wandering, I found a booth full of totally fucked up looking art by a guy who's name escapes me now and who's card I don't have on me. I saw this and knew, just knew I had to have it.
yes, yes that is my #1 hero Hunter S. Thompson. I can't get over how amazing and cool it is. I. Just. Can't.

SPEAKING OF COOL, my mother's day present came! I had one of my favorite gals paint me portraits of our two dogs and they are the best. THE BEST.
I love them so much. She's so fucking talented. It really makes me want to start being artsy again since I'm supposed to be an art major and all (and since I'm supposed to be making something for someone...). And hopefully I can get all this math caught up by next week so I don't get dropped for a semester. I can't bare the shame or embarrassment of being a failure. Pray circle for me y'all!

Down with the brown, Easter & How I'm surving The Storm of the Century (so far)

so this weekend, Bryan and I went to his mom's yesterday morning (after some badass Waffle House. can I get a hell yeah?) to get our hair done and I went through a hair transformation.

WHOA, BROWN HAIR? WHO AM I?

no really, I've been blonde off and on and usually stick to red so I'm back to what's considered my natural color. this is so weird. so. weird.

we also went to the Dublin Dr. Pepper Bottling Factory for a paper & then we sat around during Storm of the Century, pt. 1 in which I cried because there was a tornado near my house and I wasn't there to be freaked out with my family and drank a whole bottle of wine but didn't get drunk at all. and now it's Storm of the Century pt. 2 (possibly) and I already moved my car in Bryan's garage so I ain't going nowhere. plus it's trying to flood/hail and I'm trying not to throw up out of nerves and beerin' it up and trying to do math homework without crying.

oh and we also went to the Ft. Worth Zoo for another paper/so I could see the fake dinosaurs and almost scream/barf in the reptile house (I hate snakes. I'm just like Indiana Jones!) now if you excuse me, I'm gonna stress eat a chocolate bunny.

hope y'all had a good weekend/Easter!

hello darkness, my old friend

the past couple of days have just sucked. I've been (still am, tbh) behind in school, and on Saturday we found out my dad's Aunt Pat passed away (she had been losing her battle with lung cancer for about a month or so) and then this morning, my mom dropped a huge bombshell on me: they're having our oldest dog, Jessie put down. this is honestly the second worse passing I've experience, the first being my grandfather. we've been having heart worm problems with her for about a year on top of her just being old in general (she was 14, which apparently = 81). she was our little rescue dog. My mom, sister and I went to the Denton Arts & Jazz festival (which is exactly what it sounds like) and my sister wandered off with some of her friends when my mom and I went to the ASPCA tent. we weren't even thinking about getting a dog, we just love animals and want to love all over them. then we saw her, giving us the perfect brown-eyed "please take me home look". we asked if we could see her and they let her out of the cage and we petted and fawned all over her and told them we'd come back after they kept trying to get us to adopt her. we made our rounds and saw another couple looking at her, which made my mom want her more. after talking them down $20 and learning that we had just saved her from being put down, we got her.

she was just the sweetest dog I've ever known. I can't say how happy I am she was part of my family. my sister called me today to let me know that she was going to pay to get her individually cremated and bring the ashes to my mom, who sobbed when she broke the news.

now enough of the sad shit, time for cute Jessie Moof-Moof White pic spam:

Rest in peace, you most perfect cowdog.

it's getting better all the time

I've been kinda stressed lately. there's so much just bothering me. I've been having an on-going battle with my school since the first day I started going there, what with them taking the money I paid them and then saying I never paid and now there was a $900 charge from when they dropped and reinstated me, which they dropped for me. only to drop my spring '11 classes because they made the deadline at noon. who the fuck makes a deadline at noon? anyways, finally got that straightened out only to have them not even have my statement up. I just got it paid, so hopefully I got mom's bank shit right.

and now I'm the only file clerk at my dealership. apparently the girl they hired after me just stopped coming/said she was sick and no one heard from her after that. so that's fun. they've had me up at the Dodge building to help straighten up their filing room so my office down in the Mazda building can get behind, as if I already wasn't because that's why I was hired. and I work every day and every other Saturday now, which doesn't bother me because it means more money but it also means so much more work. I almost like being at the Dodge building more because I know most of the people up there and they actually talk to me instead of staring at me through my office window (it looks out into the shop, it's not like people are just creepin' around). I just feel like I could get burnt out with working and going to school, something I've never done at the same time. I've also been told I need to save up $500 to fix my tire rods/struts. with all the money we've spent on my car, we could've easily bought me a new car. things would be easier if my aunt had actually asked her son if he still had the suspension for my car but whatever, I need to let go of that.

I'm just really glad that Bryan and I are going to his mom's this weekend. there may not be anything to do down there since it's a little shit hole hick town that's only known for it's dairy and college, but it's nice to get away from everything every once in a while. plus we're getting our hair done which is overdue for the both of us. mainly because 3 months after I got mine done last, I still hate because it reminds me of mom hair and I'm not a mom hair person.

I also ordered the boots I've been dying over and Kirby's Epic Yarn, but that can wait for another time because I'll probably make a ~lol look at what I bought with my real grown up money~ post because I'm gonna go to Ulta sometime soon. oh me and my consumer, money wasting ways.

Happy New Year, y'all!

woo, another year to tackle and hopefully not fuck up like I did last year. I had to work NYE but only until 4:30-ish, so I headed over to QuikTrip and bought 3 cans of Jeremiah Weed which I don't recommend at all (except maybe, maybe Spiked Cola) and went to Bryan's. our NYE wasn't very exciting, unless you call going to CiCi's Pizza while I'm slightly drunk fun (which I do because Adventure Time was on). then we went home, watched more Adventure Time, opened champagne and went to bed before midnight. plus I had some really funky dreams, but we won't go into that. the 1st was mine and Bryan's 3 year anniversary, which is really easy to remember and I'm thankful for that. we went furniture and regular shopping, all which made me really cranky because I don't do too well in crowds especially in a mall with probably 300+ people getting in my way. I also didn't buy anything except ~necessities~ at Target. oh yeah, and Bryan spontaneously bought the couch and a recliner. if that's not the best anniversary gift, then I don't know what is.

but now that it's a ~new year~, I have new resolutions that I will stick to. I plan on making 2011 the year I grow up, get in shape, be more creative and actually learn to do things, like cook and save money better (typing this as I'm thinking about buying a new phone case). I feel good about this year. I can make this year mine and I will. oh believe me, I will. I'm going to do all the things I should've done the past couple years. I'm gonna actually make myself happy or die trying (jk, no dying involved).

I'll leave you with this


p.s. another resolution is to become a much better, less awkward blogger. hopefully.