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Y’all know how I like the moon?  So, this weekend, I’m at a party, in Birmingham.  I’ve never been to Birmingham before, and I basically know nothing about the town.  The party is being thrown by my old roomie, and I know about three people other than the people I brought with me (Britt and Ross).  Well, so Britt and Ross and I are helping ourselves to the barbeque, along with some other guests we don’t know. 

(what I hear)
Random Girl #1:  Is it a full moon?
(What I almost say, but don’t, because, well, I don’t know these people):  No, actually the full moon won’t be until next week, it is actually a waxing gibbous. 
Random Girl #2:  Yes!  Full Moon downtown?  I think it is the best barbeque in town!  I haven’t had it in forever.  (and the conversation is launched into a long debate on which barbeque is the best in birmingham.)

At which point I realize that these girls are definitely not talking about the actual moon.  And the girl did not ask if it was a full moon, she asked if the barbeque was from Full Moon Barbeque.  These people were in no way concerned with what kind of phase the moon was in, and what’s more, if I had tried to tell them the phase of the moon, I’m fairly sure I would have freaked them out. 

Good thing I’ve perfected my social skills to the point where I know to keep my mouth shut. 

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What was that noise?

Briscoe got to stay with her Grandparents this weekend.  She had a lot of fun.  She and Bella got to romp around and chew on each other.  Briscoe smelled awesome when I picked her up yesterday.  So I gave her a bath.  As a reward for being such a good dog during her bath and this weekend, I decided to let her sleep on my bed.  I don’t normally let her sleep on my bed, for one thing my bed is about four feet off the ground, but more importantly I don’t want her to get so used to sleeping on the bed that she can’t sleep by herself anymore.  But every once in a while I let her sleep with me, she is so snuggly and sweet, and is normally really good at sleeping on my feet and not moving around too much. 

So last night, she snuggled in, and I snuggled in, and we both fell asleep.  A few hours later I awoke to a loud THUMPK! as my sweet snuggly dog rolled off the bed and hit the floor.   She limped off to her own little bed that is a little closer to the ground. 

I feel like a terrible dog parent.

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C_and_c_2_2 (Christy and I right before we watched UGA kill Tennessee- never been to tuscaloosa, best I can do right now). 

To the point where I won’t have a voice left.  Yes, that is correct, I’m heading to Georgia-Alabama game.  I’ll be in birmingham tonight, and Tuscaloosa tomorrow.  YAY!  Who’s excited!  I am!  GOOOOOOOOO  DAAAAAAAWWWWGGGSSS! SIC UM!  WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF. 

Hit the cell up if you are going to be in these locations this weekend. 

P.S.  Today is my cute sweet friend PAIGE TUCKER’s birthday!  Give her a call.  She will be reporting live from Tuscaloosa all weekend. 

YAY – one more picture of me and christy on gameday

C_and_c_2 

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Fall Apart

When I walked outside this morning it was all I could do not to call in sick.  The wind was blowing in gusts through the trees and I was conscious of my bare feet for the first time in months.  All I wanted to do was make some coffee, grab my novel that I started at the beach this weekend, and sit out on my back deck with the dogs wrapped in a blanket. 

I didn’t spend anytime in the mountains this summer (since my dad sold our childhood vacation home this winter, I’m still a little bitter).  The only somewhat cool weather I experienced all summer was in new york, and then it wasn’t cold, just, not hot.  Of course, by cold, I mean, below 70 degrees.  So let’s just say I miss it. 

This morning it had to have been at least 60 degrees or colder.  Too bad I overslept and was in a hurry and didn’t have time to enjoy it.  I’m so excited about FALL!

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Lauren:   I was cleaning out some stuff at my parents house recently and I found a picture of you from high school. 

Me:  Really?

Lauren:  Yes, it was from yearbook, and on the back you wrote – "Dear Lauren, you are such a bitch and that is why I love you." 

Me:  Hahahaha.  I thought I was so funny. 

Jennifer:  What do you think that statement says about your choice of friends?

Me:  Nothing good. 

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Ahh, Miscellaneous.  I’ll never learn how to spell that word without spell check.  The same way I will ALWAYS be confused about Affect and Effect.  I know it isn’t difficult, I know it should be simple and I’m entirely too educated to not know the difference.  Back off, maybe I have mild brain damage. 

So, just thought I would share a few things with y’all.  I recently purchased the Colbie Caillat CD, and I highly recommend it.  It is definitely girl music, but it is upbeat and soothing, sort of something you can tune out, but good lyrics too.  I like it. My favorites are Oxygen and Midnight Bottle. 

I also recently purchased the Luke Bryan CD – he is from Albany, Ga, and is fun.  He wrote Billy Currington’s song – Good Directions, and I think this is his first CD.  It makes me happy.  My favorite songs are We Rode in Trucks and You Make Me Want To.   

Travers says I listen to terrible music.  Who asked him anyway?

I’ve recently found a few new websites that I like a lot –

The Pasty Quail – this is site run by a few law students at UGA.  Lots of interesting articles and outside links with blurbs.  I was thoroughly entertained. 

Walking to the Shops Damages the Planet More than Going by Car – I love this article.  Honestly – I’m all about the environment, I really am, but most people don’t even think through the real impact of their actions – and what might seem "good" is sometimes "bad", or, simply, "not good". 

Binge Drinking is Good For You – I just thought this article was hilarious.  I mean – it doesn’t have a real serious point, but it made me laugh.  I like columnists.  Especially British ones.

Oh, and speaking of substance abuse – if it ever comes down to it – please send me to this Rehab.  I feel at peace in the mountains.   

And last but not least – what I think of as the funniest SNL skit I’ve ever seen, starring Lindsey – who has been lucky enough to go to rehab at the Cirque Lodge –

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Imagination

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence – H.L. Mencken

You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.  – Mark Twain

I sure hope it rains tonight.  I’m sitting in my back yard – drinking a cold beer and watching the dogs frolic.  Actually Briscoe is laying in the grass right now, but she was recently frolicking.  Ahh, imagination.  If you have ever spent much quality time with me, you know my imagination is a blessing and a curse. 

The people who are especially close to me are good at reminding me to keep my imagination in check.  The same part of my mind that allows me to become totally and completely engrossed in a novel or a film or a story (for weeks on end at times), is the same part that wakes me up in a panic at 5 am on sunday morning with black thoughts of how the stupid things that transpired Saturday night will come back to ruin my life. 

I think there is something to be said for being delusional, obviously the name of this blog is evidence of that.  When your love life is not going so well, the one guy who can’t break up with you is the one who doesn’t know y’all are dating (hahaha, I love this joke, it never gets old, and the slight truth in it is enough to always make me smile).  It is when your delusions begin to influence your real life decisions that problems arise.  I like to think I’m not there yet. 

For me, imagination is like the first drink on an empty stomach.  At the end of a long hard week, when you haven’t eaten since noon, it is now 7:30, and you have that first glass of wine with your friends who you have been looking forward to seeing.  It warms you, it cheers you, and it makes you feel as though the whole world is right there with you in all of your problems, difficulties, and successes.  But if you don’t eat dinner soon, if you don’t fill yourself with real sustenance, that next glass of wine is going to knock you into saturday and taint friday night. 

My imagination enhances my reality, it adds depth and perception to the things that are actually affecting me.  But if I’m left too long with my thoughts and my expectations, my grandiose dreams, my idealization of people, places and things….I am setting myself up for disappointment and heartache – things that hurt worse than hangovers. 

I need to go to Colorado in the winter time every once in a while if I’m going to visit there in the summer.  Every summer I come home ready to move.  Every winter I come home and kiss the sweet grass that grows in Georgia in February. 

We talk of fairy tale endings, and storybook romances.  When was the last time you read a fairy tale?  Like a real fairy tale?  Let’s just say they are not as rosy as I remember them being.  The Hans Christian Anderson’s, the real fairy tales, are sad and heartbreaking.  In the actual story of The Little Mermaid – the little mermaid DIES.  The prince chooses the other girl, and the little mermaid dies.  The story tries to tell you that she is better off dead, but still.  Depressing. 

I have a lot of dreams.  Some of them are realistic, some of them aren’t.  Last night I dreamed I was on the TV show entourage.  The night before that I dreamed I was some sort of judge with a black robe and my friend Jennifer was in charge of the courtroom.  My other dreams include owning a cookie store, having lots of babies, traveling the world and taking pictures for national geographic (although at this point I think this is more libby’s dream than mine), practicing law, owning my own company that sold something revolutionary like SPANX, being a landscape architect, and a host of other things. 

Who knows.  Briscoe dreams of a large lake to play in with lots of ice to chew on and tons of stuffed animals to rip to shred.  As the wise Carl Sandberg said – "Nothing happens unless we first Dream."

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