Oh, my shoes.

So, as I stated in a previous blog, my friend Kei LOVES pacman. For her birthday, I painted her slip on canvas shoes with pacman themes. Also, I painted my TOMS!

       

        

Gingerbread House 2010

My friend and I caught her yard on fire yesterday. Yeah. That huge black blob in her yard is the area where the fire spread. There at the edge, you can see her dad's boat. Yes. We got that close to burning her dad's boat. Now, I'm sure you're wondering what in the world we were doing to catch the yard on fire. Well, we were burning a gingerbread house, of course.

Now you're thinking, "Why in the hell were they burning a gingerbread house?!" I'll start at the beginning. Five years ago, my mom bought me a gingerbread house, so I took it to my friend Katie's to assemble it. We started to decorate it, and we got bored. So, of course, we would cover the snowman we made in red food coloring. Red food coloring? Yes, red food coloring. He became the snowman who was shot around the back of the house. We were just a little morbid. After we murdered the snow man, we realized how bored we were. At this point, I suggested we burn it. We took the house outside and put matches to it. Nothing happened. Discouraged, we grabbed the lighter fluid and doused the house. Again, we put matches to it. It didn't burn. We covered it in paper towels and soaked those in lighter fluid. Nada. Feeling defeated, we continued to try to burn a gingerbread house every year thereafter. Each year we tried something new. 

This year we bought 91% isopropyl alcohol, and doused the house. It's was all good at first, but the fire quickly spread. See, here in Arkansas, it's been dry. Therefore, the grass was dry. It was also windy. Hense the aftermath. Now, the best part is, the house remained nearly untouched. 

Pacman cookies! Yes.

My friend Keisha is turning 20 years old on Monday. In celebration for her birthday, we are hanging out tonight for movies. Normally, I bake my friends cakes for their birthdays, but her sister is already baking a cake. So, I sat and I thought about what I could make her instead. Then it came to me. I'm also painting her Pacman shoes for her birthday because she loves Pacman. I made her Pacman cookies! I am so proud. :D

Future dog lady: Miss Tiffani.

Fact: I am not yet twenty one.
Fact: At least 70% of the people I graduated with are pregnant, married, or both.

Am I missing something here? Some of these people have more than one child. And some, scratch that, MOST of them are not suitable to own a fish, let alone a human child. My question here is, am I the only person out there that doesn't have marriage on her mind? I don't even have a boyfriend and I definitely have not produced any offspring, nor do I possess the desire to in the near future. Am I just behind, or is everyone else growing up too fast? Right now I'm feeling like I'll be the old cat lady whose house smells like cat litter and who hits snotty children with her cane on a daily basis. I don't even prefer cats to dogs. I love all animals, but I have always had a soft spot for dogs. Maybe I'll be the dog lady.

texting = promiscuity and alcoholism.

So, on the way to school this morning, I was listening to the radio. The morning talk show said according to a recent survey, "Teens who send more than 120 texts a day are more likely to have sex and drink alcohol." Wait, what? Texting makes you more likely to be promiscuous and a drunk?

"The study's authors aren't suggesting that "hyper-texting" leads to sex, drinking or drugs, but say it's startling to see an apparent link between excessive messaging and that kind of risky behavior."

This just seems a little far fetched to me. Granted, I am currently twenty years old, but even in high school I was an avid texter [Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. It's a fault.], and I was neither promiscuous or into alcohol and drugs.

Max Freakin' Bemis

I. Met. Max. Bemis.



I was beyond excited. The show was intense. I lost my shoe half way through the whole concert. =/ LUCKILY, I found it. = ) Valencia and Saves the Day were wonderful. I'd never heard either before, but I was pleased. Of course Motion City Soundtrack rocked it. It was during their first or second song that I lost my beloved Zelda shoe. And, as expected, Say Anything was MAGNIFICENT. Two Tongues even played. Truth. So, as we were leaving I met a few members of Valencia and Saves the Day. Then, as we walked outside, there was...Motion City Soundtrack. Sadly, not Justin Pierre, but still. Walking to the car, a guy passes us and says, "Max is signing autographs back there, guys!" Naturally, we flip. We found Max by a tour bus signing autographs and taking photos. He was so, so nice. = ) It completed my entire day.

I can't marry you, honey. You're fat now.

Saturday night I'm driving to hang out with some friends. I have on some radio station from a city a couple of hours away. It is one of those talk segments where someone calls in with a problem, and other people call in to give advice. This man's problem is as follows:

"I want to ask my girlfriend to be my wife, but only if she loses weight first."

Apparently, she weighed in about 105 lbs. when they began dating, and gained fifty five pounds over the course of their relationship. The questions posed were, "Is this wrong? Does he really want to get married? Is he shallow?"

In all honesty, at first I was irritated because I felt like if he really wanted to marry her, her size shouldn't matter. People change, right? Then I started thinking, fifty five pounds is a lot of weight, granted she did weigh just 105 pounds which is very tiny, but depending on her body type, that could be a healthy size for her. In that case, weighing 160 pounds instead would be heading towards a health risk. Not to mention relationships are partially due to physical attraction. Period. Maybe he was worried about her health. I don't know.

One girl called in and said he really must not want to marry her if he is that upset about her weight gain. She said if you love a person, you love all of them, faults included. The advice lady retorted.

Advice Lady- "Well, can you say the same thing for someone who smokes? If you are against smoking, is it wrong to ask them to quit before a commitment like marriage?"

Caller - "Well, marriage is unconditional. It should be unconditional love."

AL - "Yes, but honey, marriage is conditional. People get divorced all the time."

Caller - "Well, yes, but that doesn't make it right. He isn't ready to marry her if he doesn't love her for who she is now."

Then a man called in with these comments:

Caller - "The problem isn't that he's shallow, is the way he is presenting the information. Everything is in presentation. He should be saying, "Honey, fitness is important to me and the way I live my life. I want to marry you, but we need to share the same regard for fitness. This way he doesn't sound like he just doesn't love her because she is fat. It's apparent he loves her, I mean he wants to marry her, he just wants her to be healthy. There is nothing wrong with that."

Anywho, I thought it was mildly interesting.

Girly Weekend. What?

I have never wanted kids. Never. I always said I am too selfish to be a mother (and that may very well be true), and I do not want to get fat. Shallow? Yes. I'm okay with that. I'm vain, I'll admit it. Besides, the thought of that fetus pushing on my bladder and sucking away my nutrients was never appealing to me. I have a small enough bladder as it is. I pee all the time, I don't want to even think about how much I'd have to pee with a baby laying all up on it. And the stretch marks, oh, God, I don't want stretch marks. I could easily come up with a list of a thousand reasons to not have a baby. I even told my friend I wouldn't call her baby a "parasite" because I like her.

Thursday night one of my best friends gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Vincent Evan. He was gorgeous, a full head of hair and the longest fingers and toes. He was adorable. So, I'm standing there with Bill's entire family, look in this window to the nursery, waiting for the sign that she finally had the baby, when we hear a lullaby play over the speaker. His mother said, "He's here! He's here!" with tears in her eyes. I'm waiting to see how Ashley is doing because I knew she was having a hard birth, when Billy brings his son into the nursery. I thought I was going to cry. I probably would have, but I was there with my friend Michael (I couldn't lose face in front of one of the guys, now could I?). It was then that the thought crossed my mind...I want a baby.

Wait, what?!

Not now, of course. That'd just be stupid. However, I, for reasons unknown to me, have added children into my future. Weird, I know. It makes me feel so girly. I had a few friends tell me I was acting super girly about baby Vincent. I got all excited the night before when I visited Ash and Bill and they were monitoring the baby's heartbeat. I was amazed by it. Then, when I visited after he was born, and I held him. Oh my, he made the cutest baby noises! -sigh- So girly. He was really cute in my defense.

I may just adopt a baby from China though. I wish to not mutilate my vagina.


See? He's adorable, am I right? 8.8l