Superhero

I had a wonderful weekend with my family and all the pups. They are so crazy together. I love it.

Came home and realized that I must have a superpower.


I must be the ONLY person who can see where the mess goes when you spill something.


I just spent 20 minutes scrubbing out the fridge because the wine bladder peed all over the place leaving a beautiful, sticky, maroon funk all over the place...


and..
                dribbling
                                     down

                                           the door      
                                                          all
                                                             the way
                                                                   to the
                                                                              tile.


Gross.


Then there is tuna in the sink.


Do I need to describe the smell?



18 cups on the coffee table.



WHO IS THAT THIRSTY?


What is this? Some kind of cup party? Who didn't invite me? Why didn't I get invited?


Probably because I'm that old annoying mom that chases people around with coasters and reminding them of the dangers of water rings.


What would you do without me?

Blame DAL cleaning service, if you want.



Then there is the random black spots on the floor in the kitchen/entry way. Where do those come from? Why am I the only one to see them?

I literally feel like a strung out crackhead taking out my Lysol wipes and scrubbing the apartment.




Whatever.



I have no clean wine glasses so I am drinking out of a plastic cup.


Cheers, friends.

UPDATE- An email I just received.

Hey Everyone! 
So here is what everyone will be doing for the class meeting (angelia I hope you are okay with what you are doing). 

Angelia-Welcoming everyone
Kelsey-Forming the circle
Jamie-Feelings
Amanda-Activities
Katie-Agenda Box
Kellie-Closing the meeting 

Do you want to stay for a few minutes after our morning class tomorrow to touch bases and talk everything out so we are prepared for next wednesday? See everyone tomorrow!
-Katie 


Wait a minute....
...




Amanda-Activities
Katie-Agenda Box
Kellie-Closing the meeting 


Closer look....
...
Kellie-Closing the meeting 




WHO THE HECK IS KELLIE?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!

Happy Stinkin' Valentine's Day.

And iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii (eee Iiii) will always love yoooouuuu...


Too soon?


Sorry.

But it seems tragically ironic.

Let me just start by saying that today has been a very productive day. I went to class, exchanged my valentine with a classmate, got mine in return which was sweet except... "Happy Valentines Day, Kelly"


That is not my name.

Nothing annoys me more than when people spell my name wrong, ESPECIALLY when it is:
Written correctly on Facebook
Spelled correctly on the email I just sent
OR ON THE CLASS ROSTER FOR YOUR REFERENCE.

Whatever, this happens more than I can count but seriously. Stop it.

After class I went tanning (if you cant tone it, tan it) then I took my little yoga pants butt to the gym and worked off  my entire bag of Gummy Savers I devoured last night. Oops.

That went fine, felt pretty good, came home, took my car to the dealership to get the estimate done.

Estimate? For what, you ask?

Someone rear-ended the 'Stang when I was in Dallas. Now, most people would be really upset by this, but I was not for several reasons.

1. FOR ONCE IN MY LIFE A WRECK I WAS INVOLVED IN WAS NOT MY FAULT.
(Thank you, baby Jesus dressed as cupid)
2. The damage is not bad at all.
3. The guy was totally nice about it and I didn't have any reason to yell at him for rear ending me on my almost birthday.

Back to today. Came home to the junkyard and told myself that I would sit at my table and get my homework done before I ever turned on the TV.

Which went beautifully for 2/3 of my homework.

I wrote a wonderfully worded reflection of my week in 4th grade and was trying to save it when a moment of babylowdumb took over and when it asked "would you like to save changes to reflection 1"

I

clicked

no.


And in a flash my whole thing was gone.


So, here I am. Back to the title of the page "REFLECTION 1" and I almost have zero motivation to crank this whole dang thing out again because it was RIGHT THE FIRST STINKIN TIME I DID IT.

But no.

I will write a second reflection.

Much like the first.


Just a little remix.

My lips are chapped. Nothing worse than some crusty crust lips when you're trying to concentrate.


And also on the topic of cupid love day, while I think it is precious of you to ask me: who my date is, how many boys are trying to take me out, where my hot date is taking me tonight, how many valentines I got today...
Im gonna have to ask you to use your hat rack about this one.



Chronically single and I dont give anyone the time of day except my sweet little snowpea, Bogie.

So that means no, funny guy. I do not have a balemtime today. Unless you count harness wearing chihuahuas and in that case, I have a wonderful, loving, cuddly boy to hang out with today.


And he is totally cool with watching Teen Mom tonight and me wearing sweatpants.



There. Fine. I finished my reflection. I felt like I should have added that this was my second shot at doing it and it should totes count as two, but I refrained.


Annnndd that will complete my brain dump of bloggy things to say today.

Lubeachutterrsss...

Annnddd off again.

And less than 12 hours later... I am off the 'Proud Of' list.


Forgot to call ze Stepmom on the day her birthing.



Coulda sworn it was the 3rd.




I suck.


Happiest Birthday Laura, one for today... And I'll send one out early for next year.




Crap.

The good Lord as my witness.

After showing my family an email that said I made the Deans List for Fall 2011, I received a phone call today, February 2, 2012 at 12:57 pm.



"I'm proud of you. You can quote me on that."- David Evitts






And that's all I'm gonna say, about that.




BAM!!