Ring The Alarm!

Tomorrow is my Friday. Thank the lawd! Leaving at 4:00 pm to head up to Griffin and meet the girls for........BEYONCE!!!! Woohoo! I can't wait. We're on the floor, and I literally mean, on the floor. Like, we're standing up the entire time. Eeekkk!!! So, I woke up this morning with the Beyonce wardrobe in question. I am only for sure that:

(a) I will be wearing a halter dress because it's just too damn hot to wear anything else.
(b) I will be wearing my hair up because it's just too damn hot to wear it down.
and
(c) As close as we are going to be to the ultimate diva, I refuse to bring my camera inside Phillip's Arena only to (with my luck) lose it, or get it taken away by some security guard with short-man syndrome. I will happily be snapping pics and recording video with my good ole camera phone. Grainy images.......whatev.

The only attire that I have not been for sure of is shoes. While flat-ironing my hair this morning I had the brilliant idea to head to DSW after work for the perfect shoes for tomorrow night. I had the Steve Madden Motif sandals in black on the brain. Were they there?? Hell no. That is the second time I have been to the DSW in Macon and they did not have them. Am I gonna have to drive to Lenox, people? So regrettably, I am stuck with my plain old flip-flops. Oh well.........maybe my nail polish will stand out. And in the words of Miz Knowles herself:

"Can you get me bodied
I wanna be myself tonight!"

I am out. Gotta go fix dinner for the hubster, and pack for lake fun Thursday. So excited!

Weekend Update

Have you ever had one of those weekends where you did absolutely nothing, and it was wonderful? This has been my weekend. I literally laid around all day yesterday in my pajamas and it was fantastic. With all of this being said, I wasn't completely lazy. I cleaned the house (i.e. dusted, polished, vacuumed, cleaned the base boards, swept, etc.) and gave Sophie May a much-needed bath. But other than that, my day was devoted to: watching movies on the USA network, catching up on some reading (My Sister's Keeper- good book, but can't really seem to get into it), and actually doing some baking and cooking. After dinner, the hubby and I watched The Bourne Identity. Adam has been asking me to watch this movie with him for years, and I'm always like "Hmm.....no thank you. Not interested." Well, since yesterday was just such a good day and I was in such a great mood, I thought "What the hell?" Folks, I have to say the movie was WAY better than I expected! Yes, I will admit that 2 big glasses of Pinot Grigio and Bud Light might have contributed to my excitement over this movie, I don't know. I'll just say that I watched the whole movie, told Adam that I wanted to watch the sequel tonight (uh-oh), and then promptly got on Facebook and commented on like 7 people's profiles within five minutes (BIG ruh-roh). This should be a new rule: No Drunk"booking" while under the influence of alcohol. Ooops.........

I have a short work week this week and I am one happy girl! Wednesday is my Friday and I couldn't be more excited. Since the Beyonce concert is Wednesday night I decided to take Thursday off. I am thinking this is a smart move. I've drank the cheap wine at Phillip's Arena many times before, and the hangover recovery is a good 8-12 hours. After the concert, me and my girlfriends are heading to the lake for a girls day all day Thursday. I.Cannot.Wait. Have not had a girls day at the lake in forever, and it should be a lot of fun. Looking forward to Bloody Mary's, fattening food, dock tanning, riding around on the boat (with margarita in hand, of course), wearing a bikini and not worrying about stomach rolls, and just spending time with my girlfriends. Love!

Gotta go. Just found Sophie chasing a huge roach in our hallway. Eeeekkkk!!!!!!

Thoughts......

It's Friday! It's Friday! It's Friday!! Woop woop. In the words of the Mo Thugs Family, I am feeling G-double O- D good. This week has been crazy, busy, insane and exhausting all in one. Looking forward to kicking back with a glass of wine, and The Housewives of New Jersey Reunion show Part 2. They are straight up hot messes, and I LOVE it!

So, this blog wouldn't be complete if I didn't bring up the passing of Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. Yesterday, I had come home for lunch and was checking emails, news, etc. and read the news of Farrah Fawcett's passing. I felt so sad for her family, yet I had had a feeling that she would die soon and mostly I felt happy for her that she did not have to suffer any longer. From reading celebrity gossip and tabloids, I knew her life had become a struggle and that the end was near. I also read where she was supposed to be marrying Ryan O'Neal, and thought how sad, and sweet, and romantic. I honestly, can't imagine watching someone you love dying just a little bit more every day- it must be so heart-breaking. After hearing that, and talking with co-workers, friends, and family I heard the other big news. Michael Jackson was dead. At first, I thought it was some stupid, internet prank that someone like Perez had devised. When I turned the channel to E! and saw the breaking news I just could not believe it. This man was a legend, and now he's gone. Unbelievable.

I'm not going to say that Michael Jackson changed my life. I'm not going to say that he did this for me, and he did that for me, because it's just not true. And to be honest, I never thought about Michael Jackson until yesterday when I learned of his death. What I will say, however, is that there will never be anyone like him. He changed the face of music and he is an icon. Justin Timberlake, Usher, Neyo- they all learned from this man. His dance moves and music are timeless. Yeah, I haven't been a fan of Michael Jackson himself in quite a few years, but his music- incredible. "PYT," "Wanna Be Startin' Somethin,'" "Human Nature," "Dirty Diana," "Billie Jean," "Don't Stop Till You Get Enough, "Smooth Criminal," and "Thriller"- oh my God. He was a musical genius. Yesterday, I heard the news and I cried. In a way I felt so silly, but I couldn't help it. This man is a legend, and love him or hate him, he will be remembered forever. So, in honor of Michael Jackson, here he is doing what he does best. Enjoy.

Exhausted........

Hey friends! Sorry for the MIA status. I have been SO busy at work that my brain is exhausted by 3:00 pm. We have orientation tomorrow and Friday, and I am praying that I will make it to the weekend. I have a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc chilling in the fridge (Monkey Bay brand- has anyone tried? The label looked fun so I made the purchase) and two, maybe three glasses will be consumed tonight.

So, last night me, Adam, and some friends went to see "The Hangover." Oh my God, it was so good! I literally laughed from the moment I sat down in my seat until the credits rolled. I am seriously considering paying to see it again. Adam cracked me up- he laughed so hard during the whole movie that I had to give him the "Shhh, baby, you're being that guy in the movie theater" look. If you haven't seen it, go see it! It's also worth going just so you can stare at Bradley Cooper- he's delicious. If you don't recognize the name, here he is in all of his blue-eyed, hot-assed glory:
He has longer hair now. HAWT! He is seriously so close to replacing Rpatz on the boyfriend train. Lerve.
(Image courtesy of flickr)


In other news, my mother and father-in-law will be having a benefit concert at their home in Bolingbroke to raise money for Beau Slocumb- a local race-car driver who was diagnosed with Synovial Sarcoma this year and is currently seeking treatment with a team of specialists in Houston, TX. The hope is that this concert will raise enough money to help Beau continue his fight against cancer and show support as a community. The concert is called the Bolingbroke Southern Jam and it should be a lot of fun! Lots of good music, food, and etc. Here are a couple of links that will give you more information if you're interested:

Buckhorn Farms
Speed Bumps

Off to go hang out with the hubby and Sophie-May. Toodles!

Happy Father's Day!!!!

I'm so hungover today. I'm not even gonna lie. Our friend's 30th birthday was too fun, and I wish I had the pictures to prove it, instead of this horrible beer hangover. Recovery has not been so great, but oh well. It was worth it. Thanks all for a wonderful night!!!!

In other news, it's a day for daddies, and I have to say a few things, and share a few memories about mine:

There is this picture that was taken of me and my dad the day I was born. He's holding me, and I am looking up at him smiling. It's my favorite picture in the entire world, and it completely defines our relationship. Growing up, my dad was my hero and of course, he still is. My parent's got married very young (my mom was 20; my dad was 23), and they got pregnant with me basically a couple of months into marriage. My dad at one time was working 3 jobs to support me, my mom, and my sister. It was a hard life for them, but they were happy and crazy about their little girls. I called him "Daddy Rick" when I started talking, and every time he came home from work and yelled out "Where's my little, fat girl??!!" I would dive into my toy box (I was 2) and wait for him to come find me. Best game ever. I remember him driving me and my sister around in his truck when we were little and listening to a Stevie Ray Vaughn tape that had "Pride and Joy" and "Leave My Girl Alone." He would sing those songs to us and say, "When you get older, I'm gonna tell those boys to leave my girls alone." Haha! I still have to credit my dad for my taste in music; I was brought up on Stevie Ray, Pink Floyd, Led Zep, and etc. because of him. I also have to credit my dad for my love of roller coasters and fast rides; of catching waves and "riding them out," of teaching me to not worry so much about what others think and believing in myself; and most importantly, of showing me that a relationship should be about love, trust, and patience because that is the example that my parent's have always set for me. Before I walked down aisle to Adam in my big, white dress, I looked up at my dad and said, "Are you ready?" and he said, "Let's rock and roll!" That's when I knew everything was as it should be.

So Daddy, Happy Father's Day to you! I love you more than words could ever say, and miss you so much it hurts. Take good care of yourself, and always remember those same words of wisdom that you said to me when I needed to hear them most: "Let's rock and roll!" Love you, dad.

TGIF

Happy Friday, friends! Thank God the weekend is finally here. This week has been insane, but a good craziness. My boss took myself and my co-workers up to Atlanta yesterday for a day of relaxation. We went and ate lunch at a gorgeous home on the Chattahoochee River, and lemme' just say, it was FABULOUS. Their deck overlooked the river and it was absolutely beautiful. A few rafters came floating by tugging a cooler of beer, and I literally had to restrain myself from doing a swan drive into the river. Despite the 100 degree heat, it was all-in-all, a perfect day. Seriously, what can beat sun, fun, and a low country boil?? Good times.

This weekend is chalking up to be a busy one for the Moselys. Tomorrow afternoon we have a baby shower to host/attend (yes, I feel like the baby shower queen); and tomorrow evening one of our friends, Julie, is having a 30th birthday partay (Happy Birthday, Jules!). I'm already exhausted. Excited, but exhausted.

Beyonce is exactly 1 week away from next Wednesday. I can already feel the excitement starting to bubble up. I'm going with a good group of girls, and we're staying in ATL so it should be a night of insanity. I would like to bust out my faux gladiator heels for Miz Knowles, but with us being on the floor I think my comfy, Yellow Box flops will have to work. Mental note: Find a cute dress to "bounce" it in. We'll do!

Hope everyone has a great weekend!

Midnight Conversations

So, I have to share something that is embarrassing and kind of psycho. It has been something that's been going on for a few months now, and it has recently been brought to my attention A LOT lately. To get to the point, I am a midnight "conversationer." When I say midnight, I literally mean midnight. At or around 12 AM, I randomly strike up a conversation with the hubby. What the eff?? I know this sounds completely dumb and random, but it's true. You see, I believe this all started earlier this year when I decided to actually start getting in the bed at 10 pm. I used to pass out on the couch while watching TV with Adam every night. Since Adam is a night owl, he would stay up until around 11:30 or so, wake me up, and then we would go to bed. Well, since I started actually getting in the bed at 10 pm (by the way, I know you're thinking I'm a loser for going to bed so early, but I can't help it- used to be a night person, now I'm morning person. That's what a full-time job does to you- don't judge) I am passed out asleep by the time Chelsea Lately comes on. For that hour, I sleep so hard and SO good. Then the midnight hour strikes. Keep in mind that some of these conversations included me actually getting out of our bed, and walking into the living room and/or computer room to find Adam, and then having the conversation. Oh, and most importantly, I was asleep during all of these and don't remember any of this happening until the next day when Adam tells me. These conversations have included:

• Freaking out because Adam and Sophie May stayed up all night long while I slept (this conversation was had at 12:15 pm on a Friday night).
• My request that Adam stop smoking (this is true so it can't be too bad)
• The same question-answer session of "Are the doors locked? Did you set the alarm? Okay good.........Well, are you sure??".
• And my personal favorite, "I've got to get back to sleep because I really want to get up early tomorrow and work out. I'm going to start doing that everyday." Yeahhhhhh, okay.
  

What the hell? I feel real bad for Adam. My friends tell me I should take some sleeping pills. I really don't think sleeping pills should be an option. The last time I took an Ambien was almost 4 years ago, and I woke up convinced that a man dressed in all white with a top hat and cane was standing beside Adam. Hellooooo, Poltergeist! I don't know. Maybe one day it will stop. In the meantime, he can continue to say every night, "Baby, just go back to bed."

Nighty-night.........