Black Friday Productions.

So for black friday I decided I needed a tablet. Easy enough right? Wrong. Mostly because I have no money, so I am depending on my mind for monies. And that means we are on her time, and so it's like 8am and we are still sitting in the hotel room waiting on my dad to be ready. It's such a production!... And now I sound like them!
Staples has an acer tablet, 10 inch android, 16gb... For 299. and originally it is comparable to the ipad. So I want it, and my mom and miles want it too.
I could be out finding so many treasures!

Airplane travels

I looked for a long time to find a program that would let me type in a system like microsoft word and save documents on my phone. I finally found "officesuite" its a trial because the free version is like 15 bucks.
And now I'm sitting on an airplane writing a blog, as you know I am headed to Tampa for dad's retirement, and my entire trip is planned out for me. I'm most excited for the food, between thanksgiving, ceremony food and eating out everynight, pretty sweet deal.
I am slowly getting over my fear of sitting by people I don't know... Amazing I know! I'm sitting on a very full flight in an aisle seat in the very back and am sitting by a last who has 2 daughters (1 is 19 and the other is 29) and she saw my bride magazine and decided she was going to help me plan my wedding.
We decided that I need a sweet innocent gown because I look super innocent and there is no way that I'm really 23.it needs to be outside in the country (like a rustic chic) in early September when the leaves are changing for fall. (so I have a very limited amount of time to do that).
When I land I have to collect my awesome zebra suitcase and drag it to where parents are in my pink glitter soled heels. I sound like a snotty bitch. Promise I'm not.

Strangers on a plane

Tomorrow I will be on a plane going to Tampa, Florida (kind of like the tourist destinations in Florida...without being fun). Don’t get me wrong, I love my family, though there is a reason I moved very far away from them. It is very stressful to be around them, my dad and I are too much alike to be left in the same room for very long, and then my mom gets put in the middle of it and hates that. Then there is Miles who…well…he’s Miles. And now throw in a lot of family members who I haven’t seen in years (some of them since I was about 8 or so) and that makes for a Thanksgiving of ‘no thanks’.

Now would also be a good time to explain my irrational fear of sitting next to strangers. There should be a show about people with fears that don’t really make sense. I love meeting new people, but I hate/am terrified of having to sit next to someone I don’t know. Particularly at movies or on planes or a restaurant (if for some reason I had to sit next to someone I didn’t know). It may be that I don’t get to pick that I’m sitting next to them, or who exactly I would like to sit by, but am assigned someone to sit by. And that makes me nervous because I don’t know anything about them, and if I don’t like them just by looking at them and then get stuck sitting by them, it freaks me out. What if they try to talk to me? What if they try to talk to me about things that we have opposing views on and they think I’m crazy because I hate animals and children? Or what if they smell bad, or are kind of large and take up too much room?

Sidenote:  I HATE the ‘what if’ game…unless it’s about sitting next to strangers, or thunderstorms…because those bitches will kill you.

Make a Hot Dog Stand Up

Silly Sally loves Laffy Taffy to the max

Invented 100 years before the presidency of Andrew Jacks

Such a delectable soft and chewy treat

Getting it stuck in your teeth is some feat

Why was the broom so late to the dance?

Because he swept too late and forgot his pants.

Jokes on every wrapper

Not at all the least bit dapper

Willy Wonka is a lucky man

To have Sally as a faithful fan

She dreams of finding the golden ticket

So she can tell real life to stick it

Taffy is an irresistible sweet

But can make you fat down to your feet

Which might be worth it after all

To roll around like a big gumball!

And it's Friday. Thank god. I am ready to enjoy a weekend of Just Dance, real dancing, real sleeping, real friends, and real love.



Who Knew Stone Could Change

In the last year I have had so many things that have tested my strength in what I believed to be right in a relationship. Not saying that is a bad thing, just something that I needed because I had always had exactly what I wanted in past boyfriends, and never questioned or second guessed anything.

I have now gotten almost completely over the fact that people have pasts and I am not a part of it. That was probably the hardest thing, is to know that someone had a completely different and complete life without me. It's hard to take...that makes me sound incredibly selfish and concieted..not quite how I meant that. And I know its silly to think of it that way because I have had a past too.

I am now living with someone who I absolutely adore and quite honestly plan to spend forever with. Well not forever becuase I'm going to die WAAAY before that. And he had this tattoo that went down his forearm. I won't put the words on here because they are quite awful. (I guess a slight backstory to this...he was married before. I still hate saying that because it means I have to admit that to myself. And in his young stupidity he got a tattoo..not a name, but words. And she was kind of like an african devil of some sort. She couldn't be the antichrist becuase that is a priveledge not a curse.) So, he had these devil words on him, and everytime I saw them it was like she was there with us, and that is just creepy.

Like 4 days ago he went and had it covered up! (Picture Below)
And this is why even though I am with someone who has a long past that I am okay with it, becuase I know he would do anything for me, even cover up a stupid tattoo, and that I am the most important person in his life now, and the ghosts from his past do not matter anymore.

I am so glad that I found him and he found me.

And that is all for my sap. On a side note, the temperature finally broke freezing officially reminding me that this place is like Hell Frozen Over.

Cheesy Noodles.

Since I am not longer allowed to enjoy normal people food and am forced to eat things that taste like cardboard (and catch on fire like cardboard: see picture below). I am ending my relationship with cheese and noodles with a poem.

When I think about cheese my heart melts

I would love wear mozzarella pelts

Now that I cannot have my most glorious dairy

My life in general has turned quite scary

I just want to have some cheese on my crackers

Just like Green Bay needs their Packers

And not to mention noodles are gone

Their list of uses can go on and on

Wheels, Angel Hair, Macaroni…so sad

Without these two foods I may go mad!

RIP to my awful delicious diet.

STOP! (In the name of awesome)

I have wanted a stop sign for about 5 years now, maybe longer, probably since birth. My goal was always just to steal one, but then I found out a few years ago that apparently thats a felony. Which is kind of stupid, maybe I can see if you take a really important one, but then again if people are that stupid, then they probably shouldn't be driving anyways. So then I had to devise a plan to steal a stop sign. Scope out the perfect one, pick the right time of day, the right tools, the right partners in crime (which is really hard to do, I hang out with too many goody goodies). 

The drawing below simulates what it would have looked like had I had to steal one. 

BUT Saturday G and Sally and I were at the flea market (the clean one, not the sketchy gross ones) and low and behold.....DUN DUN DUNNN STOP SIGN!!! I am now the proud owner of a stop sign for $20.00 (Sally's christmas present to me).

Isn't it beautiful? One of my major life dreams is now complete. Just need people to SIGN MY SIGN!