No autographs please!

I figured I'd give the old blogspot an update since it's been a while since I've posted anything. 

Soooo between the last post and now there have been significant changes to my lifestyle.  I've been traveling out of town like a crazy maniac and haven't had a full week at home since February.  I'm feeling a major case of Disneyland Mom syndrome with my little Lola.  Every time I come home I spoil the mess out of the bebie, but feel so guilty when I have to leave again.  She's been doing some really naughty things lately too which makes me think its affecting her too.  pout.

Back in February, the single week that I was at home, I was picked to be in a Ford Ecoboost commercial.  Such a cool experience!  We drove around a race track in N. GA and was able to do all of these agility exercises with the cars.  I'd say the most fun was when we had to stop at a set of cones, gas it, then when we passed a second set of cones, slam the brake.  Wheeeee!  So the commercial aired in late March and its been fun hearing from people who I haven't talked to in years saying they've seen it.  Another fun thing is being able to go to the mailbox and getting royalty checks.  Cha-ching!  I'm secretly hoping a producer or someone sees it and says, "I want her!"  to be the next star in my (insert movie, commercial, video, whatever).  "Honda needs to step up their game."

All for now.

Love.

Must See Movies

So the dry erase board in my office at work suddenly exploded to the "must see movies of all time" list from my coworkers. I've made a little progress, so those marked in pink are the ones I've seen since this list started and for the most part, my coworkers are right-these movies are pretty good! What movies would you add?

The Island

About last night

Terms of Endearment

Kentucky Fried Movie

War of the Roses

Tomcats

Life is Beautiful

Goodfellas

Charlie Wilson's War

The Shining

Muriels Wedding

Citizen Kane

A Christmas Story

Scarface

Animal House

Inception

Avatar

Blues Brothers

Remember Me

Kick *ss

Spaceballs

Shutter Island

Airplane

Inglorious Bastards

Million Dollar Baby

Shawshank Redemption

Officer and a Gentleman

Boondock Saints

The A-Team

Love.

New Years Resolution-EPIC FAIL!

So much for writing every week. No excuses other than the fact that I can't really think of anything witty to write about. Blog writers block party of 1? Your table is now available.

So my car had to get another new water pump this weekend...yes another new one. My Dad replaced the first one over Christmas break when he noticed a small hairline fracture in the pump (hey I helped!). So we took all of this time to properly install the dang thing right the first time, not to mention it was FRIGID outside, and turns out we got a faulty pump. Damn you Advance Auto Parts! I was leaking antifreeze everywhere and I had a fear I was going to end up killing someones pet, so I needed it fixed asap.

Thank goodness for good people. My friend from work races and builds cars and has a huge shop fully equipped with an air ratchet and all. He offered to help a sista out. With a little bit of help from his friend they had the pump off and reinstalled the new one in less than an hour. Aaaand replaced my serpentine belt AAAANNNND buffed my headlights so they look almost new! It was amazing.

I don't know what about that kind of stuff is so interesting to me, but I love it. I love getting my hands dirty and am in awe when people are able to do this kind of stuff themselves. Kudos to those who can.

Love.

Biggest Loser? Nah I'm the biggest winner winner chicken dinner!

So I'm not really sure why I decided to do this, but I joined up with the biggest loser competition at work. The first weigh in was funny-me standing on a scale with my steel toe boots, heavy winter jacket with stuff shoved in my pockets. Since that day I've been hitting the gymbo everyother day and eating way better. I'm gonna make these ladies work if they're gonna try and beat me! Muwahahah! More than anything I want better back divots---yea those on your lower back/above your butt. mmhm yea git r done.

(clearly I'm slacking on my posting ideas, but needed to keep up with my weekly blog post aka New Yrs resolution)

Love.

15 Ways to Charm Her

I just ran across a cute article I clipped out of Southern Living's July 2009 issue by Amy Bickers titled "15 Ways to Charm Her"

1. Stand up for a lady. Actually, this doesn't just involve chairs.

2. Know that the ACC (they say SEC-bleh) has the best football teams in the nation. Big 12 fan? Hmm, perhaps you should keep walking.

3. Kill Bugs. Delta Burke as Southern belle Suzanne Sugarbaker on Designing Women said "...Ya know, ...when men use Women's Liberation as an excuse not to kill bugs for you. Oh, I just hate that! I don't care what anybody says, I think the man should have to kill the bug!" (Sing it Suzanne!)

4. Hold doors open.

5. Fix things or build stuff. I once watched in awe as my stepfather build a front porch on the house he shares with my mother. He knew just what to do, cutting every notch, hammering every nail. The project was complete by sunset. (Or my Dad installing a water pump on my car in the freezing cold, loosening bolts and banging his knuckles on the metal and saying "If your knuckles aren't bleeding you're not doing it right.")

6. Wear boots occasionally. Not the fancy, I-paid-$1,000-for-these kind. We're talking about slightly mud-crusted, I-could-have-just-come-in-from-the-field boots.

7. Take off your hat inside.

8. Grill stuff.

9. Call us. If you want to ask us out, don't text and don't e-mail. Pick up the phone and use your voice.

10. Stand when we come back to the dinner table. "Just a little half-stand is enough to make me melt"

11. Pull out chairs. Wait, that's not all. Scoot them back in before we hit the floor.

12. Pay the tab on the first few dates. "If you ask me out, you pay," Stephanie says. "If I ask you out, you should still pay." Listen guys, it's just simpler this way.

13. Don't show up in a wrinkled, untucked shirt. Care about your appearance but not too much. Don't smell better than we do. Don't use mousse or gel. You shouldn't look like you spend more time in front of the mirror than we do.

14. Never get in bar fights. Patrick Swayze might look cool in Road House, but in reality, bar fights are stupid and embarrassing. You don't look tough, you look like an idiot. (eeh I'm not 100% about this one Southern Living)

15. Know how to mix our favorite cocktail just the way we like it. Fix your favorite too. Sit down on the porch (its ok if you didn't build it), tell us how your day went, and we'll tell you about ours.

We'll leave the long list to the girl who falls in love with you.

Love.

New Years Resolution

Ok, so clearly its been a while since my last post, but as part of my new years resolution and a little inspiration from a friend I'm BACK! My goal is to post at least once a week for the remainder of the year. Sound good?

A quick update, the bathroom has been finished for about 4 months now-with some finishing touches being completed up until this past weekend. B-Diddy (my Dad) came over Thanksgiving and fixed my difficult sliding pocket door, then my friend Ryan came this past weekend and touched up my wack paint job. Apparently I'm not good at creating straight lines for where the ceiling and walls meet, so his work is much appreciated.

Here is a quick synapses of what needed to happen to complete the project:

First I had to extend the outlets out using spacers to become flush with the bead board:

Before *Yuck*:

Spacers click like legos and had replace switches with new pretty white ones

Place spacers behind the new switches

Yay for the pretty white finished switches

This type of outlet is hard to replace because of the hard copper wiring wrapped around the screws of the outlet. My fingers hurt after replacing this bad boy:

Next came silicone and silicone is a tricky bitch. My Mom aka Mrs Home Depot Lumber Queen said that it was pretty easy to use and gave me the tips of 1) don't cut the dispensing hole in the silicone too large or you'll squeeze out too much and 2)I could just use my finger to smooth it in the joints. Well just like everything else, it was quite the learning experience. I put the silicone tube into the pump contraption and tried to poke a hole in the tip, but I couldn't reach far enough to puncture the tube. I had to keep cutting so I could reach the tube, but by doing so it made the hole size huuuuge-I ended up getting gobs and gobs of the stuff everywhere. As far as smoothing the silicone with my fingers, I ran out of clean fingers to use! When I finished every finger, pinkie included had a bit of silicone on it-not so easy! I freaked out when it didn't wash off with water no matter how much soap I used. I found an old ratty sock and used it to schmear it off my fingers. Later on I decided to use one of those silicone tools and it worked much better with less mess.

So here we are at the end of this project. Lets have a quick recap of the before-ah love that metallic ceiling and textured paint:


And now drumroll please dadadaa: AFTER!

No more home projects for me for a while!

Mr. Johnson

This past weekend was crazy busy with my sister Nini coming into town. We kicked things off with a Jack Johnson show on Friday. The whole experience almost took a turn for the worse when we got to the gate and realized that instead of having two concert tickets, we had a ticket and a receipt. I took off the wrong stinking piece of paper! Thankfully the concert-goers behind us had an extra and gave it to us. Saved by the strangers! The show started right when we walked in, so we were quick to find our spot on the lawn...surrounded by the smell of...as Nini described...burning icing, burning trash, fruit and Spencers and drunk middle aged people grinding on each other. hum. Next up, rain. Not just a little rain, I'm talking torrential downpour...with zero umbrellas. I came prepared and splashed around in my rainboots, but Nini got stuck in some mud in her flippy floppies. Even with all of the rain, we still danced and sang along at the top of our lungs.



Jack Johnson made it rain...on dem hoes. ha. Love.