What has kept me busy...

... for this past weekend anyway. More info to come. www.dogster.com/?173481. Will you catch on to the secret message???

By god do I have some stories for you when I have a chance to sit here for more than five minutes... the best being about the offering "a pygmy goat and five chickens".

Herbie rides again

So somehow another week has passed. Its weird to look at a calendar and realize "holey crap" we've been here 6 months now! It really doesn't seem like we've been gone more than a month - I think that's mostly because we have good friends = and most of them are kinda nerdy and have done some bloggin which makes us feel like we talk to you more than we do.

This weekend, I took advantage of a cool thing they still have out here - The Drive-In. I went with Kaley (who's a whoppin 5 years old) to go see Herbie for her first ever drive-in experience. I think I got more out of it than she did, but she had a good time none the less. I believe her favorite part was watching the movie while standing out the sunroof of my car. It was so strange to be taken back to such a very young age when my mom used to take us, other than for the fact that we now listened to a radio station rather than that crazy speaker box that hung on the window, it was exactly the same. The lot was tore up - the snack bar was all jacked up - people were totally getto setting up tents for the kids so the parents could make out in the car. Good stuff. Props to my mom for wonderful memories that still make me feel warm and fuzzy 25+ years later.

Signs my life is taking a new turn...

I am not proud to admit this, but feel it necessary to confess:
I have just watched 4 episodes of "Dog the Bounty Hunter" - back to back and TiVo'ed mind you.

Some turn to drugs and booze = for me its bad bad bad TV. Sure for awhile CSI filled the void, but since I've been in the house alone for the past couple days I've found that A&E has taken control of my life. When its not "The Dog" its "Intervention". I found that I can relate to almost every one of this people - the ones being arrested - the ones addicted to video games - and now "The Dog".

What the hell.

I've really got to concentrate on finding a shrink. This crap is getting scary.

(W - you better come home soon - who knows what shape I'll be in by the time you get back! - and Becca - dont think I have seen that freakin Bridezilla freakfess in your honor)

We should all look this good

I opened the door this morning to a wave of humid heat that was just waiting to attack. I hate humidity.

Of course Georgia doesn't seem to mind this weather and takes every opportunity to bake in the sun. How am I supposed to make her understand that the same thing that makes her so happy makes me so miserable... could you look this dog in the face and and get mad because she wont come back inside with you? And, to make it worse, if you try to grab her she chucks that damn squirrel at you and does a burnout only to land looking exactly the same about 5 feet from where she started. Its what makes her day complete. Its what makes her happy. Its what I need to remember every time I feel crappy.

We should all look this good = we should all be this easily pleased.

Happy Independence Day - Southern Style

So apparently when the 4th doesn't land on a day these people here care for - they simply change it. All the big fireworks shows were last night - Happy 2nd of July... and the truth is if you think about it, I guess these people have their freakin independence if they change the rules as they please. Saturdays do make a more convenient holiday.

W (the roomie) has gone back to Cali for the next week so Georgia (the dog) and I cruised the apartment complex looking to see if we could find a place where we could see the works without having to drive anywhere. We live right next to a huge park where they shoot them off. We rounded a corner to find a group of neighbors boozing it up on the steps and trying to burn some sort of meat on a BBQ (these are the things I have found to love about the south - the party is never planned). I was offered a beer in under 5 seconds flat (isn't that the sweetest), but already had one in hand (duh). We have a great building of people who are all very friendly and all know Georgia by name, Im just the girl from California who owns Georgia. We ended up sitting out there for I don't know how many hours or how many pitchers of margarita, there was even some "moonshine" or "homemade wine" as they chose to call it. I got to listen to the debate of the differences between hillbillies and rednecks (sorry - still cant tell you the difference), I got to see a boy pee on the tree (which was future than just walking inside!), I got to see some real-life "wrasslin" in the grass by the drunks and I got to listen to a debate on which handguns are easier to keep in your car. Why do I leave home without a notepad?

A good buzz and 40 mosquito bites later, I was home. I think I'll wander out again this evening.

Trying to get on track

So I have been telling all kinds of fun stories to the kids back home (in CA) about all the great "new" things Ive learned since moving to the South. Ive been promising to start writing them down and Im finally getting around to it. Here it is people - you wanted it - you got it.

First of all - I can not tell you the amount of times Ive heard "your not from aroun here ar ya"?
You would think these people were looking at an alien when I speak sometimes. I got a job at a resturant when we first got here, do what you gotta do. It was great for getting me out of the house and meeting some locals. Damn. It took me a week or so to catch the speed I needed to slow down to so that people could figure out what I was saying when I got to their tables. I think the worst part is - I used to have bad dreams about shit like this. Im so not kidding. Did you ever have a dream where everyone in your dream is speaking at the speed of a snail crawling??? Where the words actually take soooo long to come out of their mouths that it is physically painful? - will I did - alot, and now Im living it. It hurts. It hurts alot. Ive always talked too fast - too fast for people that talk fast. I truley believe I was brought to this for a reason and one day, when I figure out what that is I will have some peace - and until then - DAMN YOU SLOW TALKIN SOUTHERN MOFOS!