A Blog About Nothing

Should I change my name to Jerry? I've realized lately that I don't blog about anything important...or even anything that people want to read. I read some blogs where the author may as well list what all they did that day by bullets, or make an outline. I always said I didn't want my blog to be like that. So I've tried to make it interesting, funny. I want to say things in my blog that I would really say, in real life. Not a bunch of fluff that no one would believe. Like how happy I am, and how easy my life is. I'm not always happy, not even every day...and my life is anything but easy.

Tonight is the "Grand Illumination" in Chattanooga. I think the last time I went to that was right before I found out I was pregnant with Lily...so that was a while ago. This is Ben's weekend, and so I assumed that he would be picking her up today before we leave for Chattanooga. Well, I called to ask him when he would be here and mentioned the Grand Illumination tonight. He invited himself to come. I don't mind him coming, we do lots of things as a "family" (me, him, and Lily), but I think its weird that he just assumed he was coming. I'm actually glad he's coming. I hate the idea of the holidays...getting out the decorations we picked out, putting them on the tree we bought, having to share Lily on Christmas. It somehow makes it easier for my mind to handle if I know that he's willing to spend time with us. But why should I care if he spends time with us? I should be concerned about him spending time with Lily. But for some reason, I have it in my head that he should meet a quota of "family" activities: me, him, and Lily...together. I wonder if this time of year is hard on him too...I can't even think about putting up the tree without picturing us in our great room having hot cocoa or a glass of wine, admiring the tree we just decorated after Lily went to bed. I've never said that before...this is a first for me. I think that one day I'll get over that...and stop remembering.
Well, this blog has gone to that uncomfortable place that people don't want to know about. But I'm proud of this post because its real. These are all real things that I would say. I recently read that people should have a diary, not a blog...because you can't be honest on a blog. You wouldn't want to bare your soul online, even for people you know to read. I agree that you don't want to be honest on a blog...why would you want all your friends to know how you really feel? Its easier to just let them think that your life is perfect, and you are happy and blessed, blah blah blah. I am happy and blessed, but I don't always feel that way. But just as I think that people don't always want to hear about how "perfect" my life is, they don't want to be overloaded with how imperfect it is. So, maybe next time I'll have some "perfect" material.

Some Things Suck

The subject matter might belie the title of this post...but I'll get around to how things suck. Yesterday afternoon, I logged onto myspace. This is not something I do very often, I really only set up a MS page to look at Stephen McCloud's pictures. But anyway, I logged on and saw that I had a message. I figured it was from Stephen - he's the only one that sends me myspace emails - but it wasn't. The subject line of this email was "Jeremy from 1999". While the computer was opening the message, I was mentally going through all the guys I've known (and remembered), I was hoping it wasn't the Jeremy that used to live down the street from me. I can't imagine he's very good looking these days (picture the guy that lives in his parents' basement...that's a Trekkie). Well...there staring back at me was the face of a Jeremy I haven't seen in 7 years. The Jeremy that I worked at Ingles with, who was - and is - painfully hot, but not in that conceited way. Down to earth, nice, shy, and HOT. So, ok...I've got this email here from this Jeremy, oh my. The first line of the email goes something like this, "Wow, I hope you remember me, I've been looking for you for like....seven years." Oh shit...that's right...the last time I saw him was in the doorway of mine and Ben's first apartment. He lived in the same complex as me, and saw me carrying in laundry that night. We talked, and then a few minutes later he's knocking on my door. Needless to say, he was shocked to find Ben there and he didn't even really get in the door before he excused himself. [Now, be patient...I'm getting to the sucking part] I was so shocked to hear from him, and find him just as HOT as he was 7 years ago...I got a bad case of the giggles, and kept saying, "I just can't believe this!!!"
The reason this situation sucks so bad is this: he hasn't seen me in 7 years. Ya'll know I don't look like I did the last time he saw me. I am blown away by the potention in this situation: for all kinds of things (love, a reason to get on the treadmill, even a really good new friend); but good grief, he can't see me like this!!! So, I've made a decision that I'm going to do something about it. I want to see him, and I kinda want to know what it would be like to kiss him...cause I've always wanted to. For seven years. Not consciously, but now that its dangling before my face like a carrot on a string, I remember that I'd always wanted to 7 years ago. Even that night at my apartment, in the stairwell. And that makes me wonder...if he had, what would have happened? Where would I be now? That's why some things suck, because you can't turn off your brain...and you can't make it stop.
Something else that really sucks is: when the guy upstairs takes a shower, the "runoff" bubbles up in my kitchen sink. I have had Ray ass-water in my sink!!!!! Gross...

Musings Of a "Stay @ Home" Mom

The other day, I was at work and I heard the DJ talking about Sugarland's new video for "Stay"...she was saying that Jennifer Nettles should win an award for the video. Well, I've been watching GAC for days (because we all know CMT doesn't play music videos anymore), trying to see that video. So, I've been wearing out GAC, waiting for "Stay"...well, I just saw it. And it freakin' broke my heart. I heard JN got a divorce. She's either really good at making herself cry, or her ex is a cheating bastard. I'm voting for option #2. [men suck]

I went to Covenant today, to have lunch with Carla. It was good to see all my old co-workers, but its hard to believe I ever worked there, and liked it. Management is laying off people left and right. Yesterday, they laid off the Sales Analyst Manager. I mean, WHY??? Its obvious, if you read the business section, or check the stock prices of Covenant...I've heard rumors they're going private again, and it looks like Parker's running the stock prices into the ground in order to buy out shareholders real cheap. Shit, I'll probably get sued for writing this...oh well...at least I'm not on company time!
So, today - I'm proud to say - I dressed up in a decent fashion, fixed my hair, and actually [hold onto your seats folks] put on MAKEUP !!! Yey me!!! Well, I planned my lunch with Carla so that it would fall on the day of Lily's Fall Festival. This way, I don't have to haul my butt out of bed at noon and MAKE myself get dressed and made up to go watch her play on inflatable toys (unlimited rides for ONLY $12). I am excited about this festival, and to tell the truth I am hoping I'll meet some hunky single Dad. Hehehe...sounds just like the plot-line of a Mary Kay Andrews book to me.
By the way, her books are AWESOME!!! Hissy Fit should be made into a movie, and I think that Julia Roberts should star as Keeley. Let's see, who could be Will??? Gotta be hot, free-spirited and real. Not anyone like Brad Pitt. Her philandering fiance could be Ben Affleck: he's got the right look to pull off the role as a member of one Madison GA's untouchable families (not in the mobster way, in the small town politics way-they can get away with anything because of who their daddy is and who their granddaddy was).
Will would need to be someone heroic...cause he's got to ride into town in his yellow Caddy and literally save Keeley (not her life, but her reputation-sort of). So he should be someone like, um...totally STUMPED. Somebody read the book and suggest someone. If you're into reading, you could easily read it in a day. So, make a Saturday of it.
Well, I have 25 minutes until works starts (and I'm not talking about the paying kind, ya'll). I need to get psyched up for this Festival. Sheesh, I'm going to be spending my hard earned box painting money on inflatable rides and face paint. Oh well...... some people aren't so lucky. :)

The Song of My Life

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uISuvTiTYJA

You parents out there will totally LOVE and appreciate this...and for those of you that aren't, this is what you have to look forward to.

Starting a New "Primitive" Life

Boy, its been a while!!! Since I blogged last, I had a birthday, sent my baby off to school, and have discovered that there is a lot more to do at home during the day that I ever thought possible. I had a crummy part-time job for 3 weeks, then the new Goody's opened and I quit...I hated it. Thankfully I've been able to make it on child support, and odd jobs for my parents (I am proud to say that I now know how to weed-eat). But still, every few weeks I have an obsession party about my need to get off my ass and find a "real" job. I was in the middle of my obsession on Friday night, around midnight (couldn't turn my brain off, couldn't sleep...thank you bills); and I found myself going over job possibilies in my head. I ticked off the places I would go the next day to put in applications, and I said my little job prayer, "please God help me find a good job". Finally, thankfully-mercifully-I fell asleep; but was awakened the next morning at 8:30 by a call from my Aunt Nelda. At first I was worried b/c Aunt Nelda hasn't ever called my house before. My parents were out of town, and I had no idea what the call was about. She quickly eased my mind by telling me that she had called Nikki to get my number b/c she needed help with her business (Plum Nellie Primitives). Talk about God smacking me upside the head...like, "HELLO...I DO hear you". Needless to say, I was pretty excited, thankful, etc. I will be helping to create the boxes and other "primitive" items that people go nuts over. I, personally, and not a fan of this type of decor...but painting is right up my alley. So, I'm excited about my new job...it will work well with Lily's school schedule, I can wear whatever the heck I want, and if I work late I can drink beer. How 'bout them apples, Clyde??
Hopefully, I'll be able to keep up with my blog a little better than I have in the past 3 months...but I've been busy being a mom, mowing the yard, cooking-yes, I said cooking-, and helping with homework.
So...so long for now.

Its Been a While

Update, in case ya'll facebookers wanna know (I know how depressing it must be for all of you to see my lack of online activity during the last 4 weeks) Hehehehehe!

Lily turned 5 on Monday, and starts kindergarten next week. She went to the doctor today for her 5 year check up and is 42in tall and weighs 42 lbs.
I am working at the second worst job ever now (ya'll know what my first worst job is...). Its Goody's in my hometown, and we're in the process right now of staging and merchandising the new store. I think I will like it once the staging is done...its not easy work, especially for someone that's been working in an office for 6 years solid.
I'm sitting at Ben's "new" trailer, that he's going to be sharing with Lewis, using his new DSL. I dropped Lily off with his parents and decided to drop by and see him.
Well...I'm super excited that my parents are coming home in 3 weeks, and hopefully I'll be able to get the lawnmower fixed and returned so the yard can be mowed by the time they get home.
Otherwise, I'll have to get someone to bush hog it.

Well...better sign off now. No deep, emotional post this time. Maybe next time, my faithful readers.

Homeward Bound

Well, since last Thursday I've been obsessing over this problem I have: I am not married to Lily's dad anymore, therefore we have to "share" her (WTF...who wants to have to share a kid?). Since I up and moved 500 miles away in February, Ben and I decided that Lily would stay with him approximately 2 months out of the year. Well...I thought I would be fine with this, but I am not. I am so NOT fine with not seeing her for 6 weeks, and her not seeing her daddy 10 months out of the year that I decided on Friday (6/16) that I'm moving home. I actually got teary eyed when I told Andy...It made me realize how close I've gotten to my people down here (and some of it was the fear of disappointing him, I think).
I am not sure what I'll be doing in the way of employment...there is not an opening at Covenant, but I did find an opening in Collections at Covenant's "sister" (more like most hated step-sister) company, US Xpress. My former manager, Janette, said I should apply there...and I had actually already done that. I feel certain I am very qualified, although I am not sure if that's the job I want. I have the opportunity to work part time in Jasper, while Lily goes to school. She will be in school, so I won't have to worry with daycare. If I'm around in town, working part time, I can fix my schedule so I can get her when she's out of school. I feel much better about this solution...and that is why I'm not sure I want to work for USX. Plus, its a lot further than Covenant from Jasper.
I think that being here was something necessary for me to decide that family (married parents or not) need to be together. And Ben, Lily, and I are family. That in itself makes me sad too...but that's another blog for another day.
Yippieee!!!

You Are: 30% Dog, 70% Cat

You and cats have a lot in common. You're both smart and in charge - with a good amount of attitude. However, you do have a very playful side that occasionally comes out!

Are You More Cat or Dog?

Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"

You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love. You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart. Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!) Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get

What Does Your Candy Heart Say?

Rudy & The Dilema

I am allergic to this sweet, cuddly kitty...I love him though. Lily and I got him from the Waveland animal shelter in March. I have a guy named Dennis that will take him, but Rudy will have to live outside...which raises some questions: what if he get run over? Where will he sleep? Will the other cats Dennis has like Rudy? What if something happens to him? I feel like I made a commitment to Rudy when we adopted him, and now I'm letting him down. I've also thought about asking Ben to take him...then he could live in the house, and sleep in the bed (like he likes to do). I love Rudy-Tudy.....and I don't know what do to. I'm very sad (although I suspect Rudy will be glad to get away - FAR away - from Lily).

10 Reasons I Hate Ben

10. I am his ex-wife...I'm supposed to hate him
9. He gets to do whatever he wants to, whenever he wants to
8. All his friends think I'm mean
7. He only cares about himself
6. He isn't helpful in any way
5. He hardly ever answers his phone
4. Belinda raised him
3. He isn't "sure" what happened to the money in his account (sorry Mike)
2. Lily misses him (see reason #5)
1. He's a totally selfish person (see reasons 2-10)

Class of 1999

I have never fancied myself to be very internet savvy...I am great with office programs (word, excel, outlook, etc), but when it comes to things online I am really behind the times. I know myspace and facebook have been around for a while, but I just recently discovered them (recently: in the past year). On Friday, I went to Andy & Cammie's house to "babysit" with Amanda...I put Lily to bed there, and Amanda and started cruising the internet (she is savvy). I created the beginnings of a myspace page a while ago b/c I wanted to look at Stephen McCloud's profile; but I never added any pictures, etc. Well, while I was with Amanda I started searching for people from my class in high school. I found several. It was strange to me, to see them "all grown up". For some reason, in my mind I still pictured them the age we were when we graduated. Its hard to believe that these "friends" of mine are now just as "grown up" as me, and many of them have kids of their own too. I don't know why my mind thinks time is standing still for everyone else, while I continue to get older. Just really strange to me...makes me wonder if we'll have a 10 year reunion. I hope we do, I would love to see everyone from the class of 1999.

On another note: There is a guy outside my office blowing off cut grass from the sidewalk. It is sooo irritating. I'm glad I'm not working on anything that require immense concentration (like applying an Alcoa payment, or sorting out a BASF spreadsheet). Hey, I don't have to do that stuff anymore! Yay me! No, I do have to concentrate some of the time...thank you EMMA (email marketing my a$$...hehehehe).

Seeing my old friends' profiles makes me wish that I could get together with all of them, let our kids play together and talk about "that time in high school". It would be really something.

Ok...better get back to work now!

WTF

I never knew anything about abbreviating things with letters...other than LOL, and some others. But Andy's introduced me to WTF: what the F&$@. I love it. I feel like its the slogan of my life, it could also be why the F&$@, which works too; especially for my life. Like WhyTF and I living in freakin Bay St. Louis??? WhyTF do I miss people I'm not supposed to miss???? I like that it can be WhyTF, instead of WhatTF...that works a lot better for me, why instead of what.

I wonder about so many things...wonder why about them. I guess it will always be like that.

Cammie's been in Fairhope, AL (aka Heaven) pretty much this whole week. I was supposed to join her, but Ben didn't send the entire amount of money he was supposed to. WTF!? So, tonight I'm "babysitting" Kate; while Andy is somewhere. My lagniappe for allowing my boss to party is a half a bottle of pinot grigio (which is weird b/c Cammie likes chardonnay...chilled), and the use of their dishwasher. Yes, I am that lazy. I would rather cart my enumerable dirty dishes to someone else's house and use their dishwasher, than wash them myself. WTF??? :)
But someday, I'll have a house with a dishwasher, a yard, a pool, and a great husband to mow it. Or maybe my great husband could wash the dishes for me, then I wouldn't need a dishwasher.
I put 3 red gummy bears in my pinot grigio...wonder if it will make it taste better. Probably not...WTF?

Well "Medium" is on, and thankfully its one of those shows that you don't have to religiously follow to understand. So, I'm going to watch it.

Stephens out.....

Flat Tire, Bridge Fest & Mother's Day

Mother's Day has come and gone...Lily was in TN with her Dad, so I hung out with Haley and Joe. We went to Slidell and ate at the worst restaurant in the world. This place gives you a 12oz NY Strip if its your birthday. Yuck...why can't they give you free drinks, or cake? It was right around the corner from Copeland's (the best), but it was packed and we thought that O'Henry's would be good. It wasn't. There wasn't anything wrong with it really, the food was just shitty; and so was the service; and it was just yucky.
Joe really wanted to go to Hobby Lobby (HobLob), because he'd never been there (still hasn't). I wanted to go too, to check out their yarn selection. It has to be better than Michael's!! We didn't go. Joe fell asleep, and Haley and I left him in the car while we shopped at Target (we left the car running, of course). He slept the whole way home, he was like a big floppy bear in the backseat. He's a doll. I got a new pair of shorts, and a new shirt...Haley bought some shirts, a skirt, and a dress. I love the shorts, its been so long since I've had shorts that weren't cut-off sweat pants! Yay! I am going to wear them to work tomorrow.
After that, Haley and Joe went home and took at nap...I watched the E!THS of Britney Spears, and then Hip Hop Wives. I went to Haley's house around 5:00, and on the way thereI heard this sound...I thought the back window might be cracked, and when it wasn't I knew I had a flat tire. That sucks...I got to Haley's started getting all the junk out of the back of my car, got the jack, and the other tools (I don't know what they're called) out. Looked up the "procedure" in my owner's manual...by that time Joe was there, and he kinda took over. The spare was under the car, in the back. "We" got it changed, and then went inside and had a beer. Once they started watching "Shawn of the Dead" I left...I don't/ didn't get it. Mom does get that stuff either.

Today is Bridge Fest. The Bay Bridge is opening, finally...nearly 2 years after Katrina. It seems rediculous that its taken this long...but I guess that's the government for you. I asked Andy what we were going to do, and he said drink. So, I guess I'll be having a beer or two. Haley is having a cookout at her house tonight (Club Suebe), and Mom actually tried to make me promise that I'd go. I will go, but I have to leave and watch Grey's Anatomy. I just wonder how many people will be there. She might cancel it...we'll see.

Lily isn't coming home until Sunday. I miss her so much, I don't even know what to do with myself. I can't wait to see her, and I don't see how I'm going to make it a month without her this summer.

I guess I better get back to work...I started this blog on Monday, and I was waiting on Haley to send me a picture she took of me jacking up my car. I never got it, probably was rejected as spam.
Oh well...adios

Surfs Up!

This picture was taken from the third story balcony of St Stanislaus College located next door to Our Lady of the Gulf church in Bay Saint Louis, Mississippi on the morning of August 29th, 2005. This is believed to be the initial tidal wave from Hurricane Katrina. The tidal wave was approximately 35 to 40 feet high. When it slammed into the beach front communities of Bay Saint Louis and Waveland Mississippi to completely destroy 99% of every structure along the beach for 9 miles and over ? of a mile inland. The destruction only started there. The flooding that continued inland destr oyed the contents of all but 35 homes in these two communities of approximately 14,000 people.


Isn't this creepy??? I can't imagine being the person that took this picture. I wonder what they were thinking? I haven't ever really seen anything regarding Katrina like this, it gave me chills.

I was going to copy and post the picture and me, Cammie, and Susan at Pat O'Brien's on Satruday; but I haven't gotten a copy yet. Cammie said she posted a better one on her blog...I looked at it, and I have the fattest head in the world! Thanks Cam!

This Week

This week was busy...Andy was out of town Tuesday & Wednesday. Tuesday was extremely uneventful - Amanda says you're either going 90 miles an hour, or at a dead stop - Wednesday, I barely had time to go to the bathroom. I love it when its like that, and when Andy's out of town it usually takes a day or two for things to "trickle down". I'm excited about Team Dixie-James...I stand to learn a lot from this job, and I am ready. I have started to really get a feel for what I do, how to "read" Andy, and what kinds of important info he's likely to leave out.

I really don't know how many people, or who all reads this blog. I wish it was more than it is. I wish that I "rated" enough for some of the LPC staffers to read this blog, however meaningless it is. It is a "window" to my thoughts, and that's something that I want people to have, but can't directly give them a ladder for them to get up to that window. I've felt much more introverted since I've been here...I think its partly b/c I am outside the LPC "clique", and because I tend to act like a turtle when I am out of my comfort zone. Dan gave Lily a sunflower, and its blooming...mom suggested that I invite Dan over to see it. Now, I know that she didn't mean to imply that I was inviting Dan over for any other reason than to see that sunflower; but the notion that it might be taken that way just is to much for me to handle. I feel like I "sympathize" with the "overweight, single woman"...that I'm invisible.

~~BOY, this blog is really all over the place!!!~~

But, sometimes I look at myself and think...I am pretty. I know I am a great person, and that my "looks" will fade. I just wonder about the person that God might have chosen for me: what do they like, how will we meet, what will be the deciding factor that makes us like each other? You meet people - men - and you sometimes don't think much of it...until you realize that you like that person. Oh well... just some left over bullshit from my last relationship.

I read Cammie's blog, and think...why don't I think like this? She's so thoughtful, and thankful. She seems well-rounded, and gets all her chores done. I remember when I used to do all that stuff. Except the laundry...I NEVER did the laundry. Until Lily and I lived alone, in Jasper. I always did the laundry there. I didn't have a washer and dryer to pile clean clothes on top of. Another tangent.......

Long story, short...I am happy, and satisfied here. I have grown to understand that I am different. My life is different, my family is different, and me and Lily and different from other mother/ daughter pairs. We're unique, and special...and we are making our own way.

So, from Cammie's borrowed laptop...I say "goodnight". And, Andy, if you read this...I sure do like having a laptop at home. :)

Rules of Mississippi

1. Pull your droopy pants up. You look like an idiot.

2. Let's get this straight; it's called a "gravel road." I drive a pickup truck because I want to. No matter how slow you drive, you're going to get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of the way.

3. They are cattle. That's what they smell like to you. They smell like money to us. Get over it.

4. So you have a $60,000 car. We're impressed. We have $250,000 cotton strippers that are driven only 3 weeks a year.

5. So every person in every pickup waves. It's called being friendly. Try to understand the concept.

6. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of doves are coming in, we WILL shoot it out of your hand. You better hope you don't have it up to your ear at the time.

7. Yeah, we eat catfish &; crawfish. You really want sushi &; caviar? It's available at the corner bait shop.

8. The "Opener" refers to the first day of deer season. It's a religious holiday held the closest Saturday to the first of November.

9. Men open doors for women. That is applied to all women, regardless of age.

10. No, there's no "vegetarian special" on the menu. Order steak. Or you can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the 2 pounds of ham &; turkey.

11. When we fill out a table, there are three main dishes: meats, vegetables, and breads. We use three spices: salt, pepper, and Picante Sauce! ! Oh, yeah.... We don't care what you folks in Cincinnati call that stuff you eat... IT AIN'T REAL CHILI!! real chili never met a tomato!

12. You bring "coke" into my house, it better be brown, wet, and served over ice. You bring "Mary Jane" into my house, she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck, and have long hair.

13. College and High School Football is as important here as the Lakers and the Knicks, and a dang site more fun to watch.

14. Yeah, we have golf courses. But don't hit the water hazards -- it spooks the fish.

15. Colleges? Try Mississippi State, Univesity of Mississippi or University of Southern Mississippi. They come outta there with an education plus a love for God and country, and they still wave at passing pickups when they come for the holidays.

16 We have more folks in the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines, than any other state, so don't mess with us. If you do, you will get whipped by the best.

17. Mississippi is the greatest state ever!! If you are from Mississippi you are bad dude !!!

Fun Times

I've been hanging out with Cammie...we've gotten together the past 2 nights. Its been really fun, and something I don't usually get to do. I went to the beach today with Cammie and Missy [Valesco], and our kids. It was really fun. I actually got some sun!!! And yes - mom - I wore sunscreen...spf 50. It was fun...Lily even got into the ocean, something she's NEVER done before. I was proud of her, she actually loosened up and had fun with Savannah. She's in the cloud bed at Cammie's right now. Andy is somewhere. He was supposed to go to New Orleans with Jordan, Erica, and Holly; but they ditched him. I think that sucks!!!!

Well, I'm watching "Intervention" with Cammie. I know I never blogged about 10 things you can only do in the Bay, but I can't think of anything good.

I've Still Got It!

Last night I was pondering the different men that have expressed interest in me...and wondering if I would ever meet a "good man". I've changed a lot since I was a teenager, not just my personality either. I've gained a lot of weight...a lot. So, of course, I'm always wondering if men find me attractive, in spite of my obvious addition to food. I've had no shortage of men in my life...but I guess now, that there's not a man in my life, I feel more like a blob.
But at lunch today, at Los Tres, I discovered that I've still got IT. Our waiter, Hector, came up to our table and told me that "chin-strap" chip server-dude likes me. I thought...oh, that guy...the flirt. Called me muy bonita the first time I was in there...and I've heard he's hit on several LPC people. Maybe not hit on them, but its known that he's a flirt. Hector tells us that dude is a little younger than he is...so we ask Hector, how old dude is. Seventeen, Hector said.

SEVENTEEN!!!!!

Holy Shit, that's nearly 9 years younger than me! I felt really old, and laughed to myself thinking...yeah, he wishes he could date me. And then I thought...doesn't he know that's illegal???? So, maybe I don't really have "it"...but I have something, something that attracts all the wrong men. I have idiot radar...if there's an idiot around, I must date him. So, this is my proclaimation, that I may be getting "old", and fatter every day...but I've still got it! [whatever "it" is]

Celebrities Have Cellulite Too!

Someone forgot to airbrush this photo...wonder if she got them fired??