tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36405431582763017302024-02-20T01:43:01.914-05:00Butterflies and HurricanesShort. Loud. Funny. Loves chocolate cake, macaroni and cheese, and tacos. Extremely liberal. Thinks outside of the box. Couldn't imagine a world without music. Single mom to a beautiful little boy. Tries a hand at writing novels that often go unfinished. Tries to be rational but is most often excessively irrational. Wants to go to Sydney and see a kangaroo. Loves to read, loves to imagine, loves to dream...lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-21338601509401336072011-12-27T03:58:00.001-05:002011-12-27T04:11:00.664-05:00Cat's In The CradleMerry Christmas to everyone! I hope everyone had an excellent day :)<br />
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Nicky had the best Christmas ever, in his exact words. He was especially excited about Mario Kart for his DSi and his<i> Night at the Museum 2</i> DVD. <i>Night at the Museum 1 and 2 </i>are two of his favorite movies, and so we watched the second one tonight. He also got a few traditional little kid board games, Cootie (who hasn't played Cootie as a little one?), Ants in My Pants, and Monopoly Jr. He is pretty good at Monopoly Jr., he beat me on his first try. He even got confident enough to give me advice during the game on not using all my money to buy all the properties, haha. That advice naturally turned into a six year old's version of gloating once I announced that I was out of money and he won.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8XB7ODFh4LeGeuN0SIkMazSLBwXO7jOFzsQ5ar-nkAhg1ezWXYGYj20N_xSKyI5xX_W82TKbKoweHelwi3tVr6hmWuOB8zPcpTRqMfi5cCuZ7YhcXeMKXf1WO2_HOu3K_xeqfggdpEGS8/s1600/nicky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8XB7ODFh4LeGeuN0SIkMazSLBwXO7jOFzsQ5ar-nkAhg1ezWXYGYj20N_xSKyI5xX_W82TKbKoweHelwi3tVr6hmWuOB8zPcpTRqMfi5cCuZ7YhcXeMKXf1WO2_HOu3K_xeqfggdpEGS8/s320/nicky.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>I'm not exactly sure when Nicky grew up so much, but I really like being able to actually hang out with my son and understand him and get to know his personality and what he's like. He's actually pretty funny and awesome...a lot like his mama :)lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-84553377301452715092011-12-20T01:07:00.001-05:002011-12-20T01:37:15.514-05:00Rave OnMy birthday was this past Saturday. I am officially 26...and looking at what I just wrote, who the hell in their right mind would want to be unofficially 26? Perhaps a crazy person...yes, only a crazy person would want to go from 25 (which we all know is a whole 'nother ballgame) and pretend to be 26. The only way I would do it is if there was a large monetary compensation, or something equally awesome.<br />
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Like, I don't know, maybe this badass pegasus.<br />
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But seriously, I'm 26. Four more years to 30. Ouch. I suppose 26 is a grand achievement. If I lived in the 1600s, like in Jamestown or whatever, I'd have like ten years left in my life before I died a horrible death from cholera or smallpox. I'd have 54516561 kids by now, all named after virtues and kings and whatever, married to a guy named James Blacksmitherson and living in a leaky shack shittily constructed out of logs and mud and no windows. I'd be all about sewing and hanging out with my equally fabulous friends, Rebecca and Prudence. We'd have the best gray bonnets in the entire village. The bitches would be jealous.<br />
<br />
Oh yes. They would be jealous.<br />
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But anyway. Christmas is coming. <i>Tres </i>exciting, no? I am proud to announce that I finished my shopping for Nicky an entire week ahead of schedule. I usually am rushing around on the 23rd, hating myself for waiting until the last minute. This year, I finished on the 16th. I think that warrants a high five...so I totally just gave myself one. (I usually do this so that I am not left hanging, by well, myself. Denying someone a high five is such an asshole move, and I am not an asshole.) Perhaps this early shoppage is a part of turning 26? Perhaps.<br />
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Or I just remembered to do it early this year. <br />
<br />lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-87865646348090798532011-09-22T04:15:00.000-04:002011-09-22T04:15:58.057-04:00A Falling ThroughThis makes me sad.<br />
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<a data-mce-href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troy_Davis_case" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troy_Davis_case">The state of Georgia executed a man tonight who most likely was innocent of the crime he was convicted</a>, yet the biggest topic on my Facebook news feed is the new layout. In my opinion <a class="zem_slink" data-mce-href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troy_Davis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troy_Davis" rel="wikipedia" title="Troy Davis">Troy Davis</a> outweighs Facebook's new layout any day.<br />
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There was so much outrage on the social network when <a class="zem_slink" data-mce-href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caylee_Anthony_homicide" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caylee_Anthony_homicide" rel="wikipedia" title="Caylee Anthony homicide">Casey Anthony</a> was acquitted of murdering her two year old daughter based solely on <a class="zem_slink" data-mce-href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reasonable_doubt" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reasonable_doubt" rel="wikipedia" title="Reasonable doubt">reasonable doubt</a>,
yet we all knew she was guilty. Anyone familiar with the basics of
Davis' case knows that his entire case was riddled with reasonable
doubt, much like Anthony's--no murder weapon was ever found, seven of
the nine witnesses who testified against Davis recanted or changed parts
or all of their testimony and claimed that they were coerced under
duress, it is believed that another one of the witnesses was the actual
murderer...and yet, Davis was found guilty of murder, and ultimately
executed at 10:53 pm. Where is the outrage now? Where is the anger
over the judicial system now?<br />
<br />
It appears that any anger on my
Facebook news feed is directed at the new layout, which seems to have
pissed off plenty of people, excluding yours truly. I don't have any
issues with it. I can still do what I go on to the site to do, and if I
couldn't, well...I'd figure it out, like the last time Mark Zuckerberg
changed things up. Change happens. Updates occur. Big deal. You adapt
and move on...because you know in a few months or a year, Facebook will
change things up again.<br />
<br />
But Troy Davis will never take another
breath. Troy Davis will never get to prove his innocence. Troy Davis
may have been wrongly executed while the real killer, believed to be
Sylvester "Redd" Coles, spends the rest of his life a free man because
the state of Georgia will never investigate that trail and openly admit
that they may have killed the wrong person. And the MacPhail family may
never really know who killed Mark MacPhail that night at Burger King in
1989. We may never know if Troy Davis was the one who pulled the
trigger.<br />
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And that, to me at least, is more frustrating than the way my news feed shows up when I log in on Facebook.lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-29048846601650222612011-09-20T02:10:00.003-04:002011-09-20T02:10:37.053-04:00Honey BeeAnother wonderful moment with Nicky (taken at the zoo, edited by Instagram):<br />
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<br />lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-45774827884729425372011-09-18T02:47:00.003-04:002011-09-18T02:55:31.824-04:00White Daisy PassingI somehow unexpectedly wound up on a two month hiatus. To all my loyal readers and friends, I am so sorry. <br />
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It's like they say: When it rains, it pours. And it was getting to be where I needed to carry a metaphorical umbrella at all times :\<br />
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One of my co-workers fell from a moving vehicle and shattered the back of his skull in the end of July and roughly two weeks or so later a good friend of mine fell off his ATV and had it flip over onto him and crush his mid-section. Thankfully and very miraculously they are both recovering. My friend even found out he will be a first-time father in April of 2012. Needless to say my mind has been preoccupied with those tragedies and with getting Nicky ready for school (he started first grade nearly a month ago). I also started class again, I'm taking a physical anthropology class online through my local community college, and I'm also trying to mentally prepare myself for my best friend's spontaneously unexpected move halfway across the country to Colorado Springs in about three weeks. I've had a lot to deal with in the past month and a half and juggle with the already hectic craziness of my everyday life. I'm getting back into the swing of blogging things and am going to try to post at least once or twice a week. My sporadic posts are not fair to you all, and I apologize from the bottom of my heart.<br />
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If I go this long without posting again, feel free to email me (lala1217@yahoo.com) and encourage me to post something :) <br />
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<3 you guys, <br />
Lashawnlacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-81771309815114579092011-07-18T02:17:00.001-04:002011-07-18T02:24:59.208-04:00Ooh La LaI.<br />
Am.<br />
Melting.<br />
<br />
Ugh, it is so hot. Like ridiculously muggy and sticky and the kind of hot where sweat pools in the crevices of your skin and you can just feel the sweat dripping down the small of your back kind of hot. July and August are two of my least favorite months of the year. I'm not exactly a fan of the heat, especially with the added delight that my dad won't get AC because "he grew up before they had invented it and he was fine". Well...that was 1940s-50s Tennessee. This is 2011. Blah.<br />
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I am actually looking forward to December and January when it is cold and snowy and I can walk around without feeling like I am gonna pass out from the heat. It'd also be pretty wonderful to wear my hair down without it being a soggy, frizzy 'fro. I'd also like to wear makeup without it melting or have my skin break out from the heat. I'm not big on summer. I never have. Give me the other seasons, preferably spring and fall, and I'll be content.<br />
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We are supposed to have four more 90+ degree days this week (we got to 90 today and set a new record high temperature), and then it's supposed to be in the low 80s until it inevitably gets disgustingly hot again.<br />
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Come on, late September...lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-54057679226109207222011-07-05T00:54:00.000-04:002011-07-05T00:54:29.501-04:00Tinker ToysReal life conversation that just happened:<br />
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(Quick backstory: Nicky is telling me how old his cousins are and how he doesn't want to grow up.)<br />
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Me: Nicky, how old are you?<br />
Nicky: I'm six.<br />
Me: And how old am I?<br />
Nicky: Um, probably around a thousand.<br />
Me: What?!?!?<br />
Nicky: Oh, I mean twenty-five.<br />
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I hope you all had a great Fourth of July!!!lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-68647203032423932172011-07-01T02:54:00.000-04:002011-07-01T02:54:44.456-04:00Battery KinzieUgh. I have a summer cold.<br />
<br />
I've been a bit of a blogging slacker. My laptop battery is on the fritz, so I can only be on it for like ten to fifteen minutes before it loses its charge and craps out on me--and my charger is cheap and lame, so when it gets overheated it shuts off so that my house doesn't go down in flames. I thought I was being economical and wise when I ordered it from Amazon. My laptop is a HP of dreams, but the stupid charger died after six months of usage--when I went to the HP site to scope out a replacement, I saw most people bitched about the lifespans of their awesome computers' shitty chargers, and decided that I couldn't justify spending like eighty bucks on a shitastic charger every six to eight months or so. So I wandered down the information superhighway down to Amazon and perused the aisles of technological goods until I found a pretty kickass generic charger for twenty-five bucks. It does the job, but the little box on the charger gets hot and then it cuts off so that it doesn't overheat and melt. All was well until my laptop battery decided to retire after a little over a year...after the factory's one year warranty is up.<br />
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Damn you technology.<br />
<br />
I ordered a new battery and am currently waiting on the right one to come in, seeing as I accidentally ordered one with the wrong parameters. I can write little crap entries off my phone but I don't want to use up all of my data plan. AT&T is awesome, but my iPhone makes my phone bill pretty scary. <br />
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I'll post more later, this is just a I'm-still-alive kind of post. I'll go more into depth later...lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-27648608783718923862011-05-26T04:23:00.002-04:002011-05-26T04:55:23.142-04:00Friends, Lovers or Nothingshe sits--<br />
amidst the rumpled bedclothes--<br />
she sits<br />
and waits<br />
<br />
her hair a jumbled brown tangle<br />
roughed up from the friction--<br />
from the sheets and his skin and his hands--<br />
her cheeks slightly rosy, <br />
complexion dewy, that perfect blend of porcelain and flush<br />
<br />
she sits--<br />
her pale hands nervous, <br />
her delicate fingers with the nails painted plum--picking anxiously, <br />
anxiously at the sheets, <br />
twisting themselves in the 600 count cotton--<br />
she sits<br />
and waits<br />
<br />
the door creaks--<br />
she bites her lips,<br />
her pulse thudding loudly in her ears, <br />
she strains for a reassuring glimpse of his shadow--<br />
and sees it in the doorway<br />
she breathes a sigh of relief<br />
<br />
he enters the room, <br />
and as always, she is amazed--<br />
how could someone, so perfect, so beautiful, <br />
how could someone as marvelous as him <br />
see something so marvelous in someone like her--<br />
she marvels in the absurdity<br />
<br />
tall, strong, masculine, blonde<br />
she allows herself one hedonistic moment<br />
one selfish moment to just stare shamelessly and drink him in--<br />
her turquoise eyes meet his, and she feels a splash of warmth across her cheeks<br />
the smoldering intensity behind those ocean eyes makes her heart race<br />
<br />
this isn't love--it can't be, <br />
she insists<br />
purely lust, unrestrained and running wild and free<br />
and yet, what else could it be?<br />
how else could she even begin to explain how he seemed to occupy so much of her mind?<br />
<br />
she sits--<br />
amidst the rumpled bedclothes, <br />
aching, yearning,<br />
she sits<br />
and chides herself as nothing more than a fool<br />
she sits, and she waits--<br />
<br />
he sits then, on the edge of the bed, <br />
flashes her one of his trademarked smiles--<br />
crooked and boyish<br />
playful, yet purely seductive<br />
maddening yet utterly heart stuttering--<br />
leans towards her, and envelops her in a crushing hug<br />
she closes her eyes, and much like an addict, breathes him in<br />
<br />
he lets go, without the words she longs to hear<br />
reaching down to the floor to pick up his jeans<br />
and he puts them on, making some joke about something trivial, insignificant--<br />
and she laughs, though her heart falls to the floor<br />
<br />
she quickly dresses, folding up her feelings deep inside herself<br />
while he steps outside to have a smoke<br />
and as the door closes, she lets her head fall into her hands<br />
and allows herself one controlled moment to break into a trillion jagged little pieces--<br />
before he comes back and she has to exude cool indifference<br />
<br />
she sits--<br />
on the edge of his king sized bed, <br />
her legs tangled in the tumult of sheets, <br />
she sits, she waits, <br />
but for what...in that briefest flicker of moments, <br />
she isn't quite sure--<br />
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--"friends with benefits", 05/25/2011.lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-23538943176321377272011-05-14T02:14:00.000-04:002011-05-14T02:14:50.311-04:00DickheadSo I really think Blogger is fucking with me. I could have sworn I had a new comment (and follower) when I was on here yesterday, and now the comment and follower is gone. What the hell, Blogger.<br/><br/>It's 1:52 am Friday night. I am currently laying in bed composing this entry on my iPhone and wishing I was asleep, seeing as I have to get up in about five hours for my ten-hour workday tomorrow. Why am I up? The people who live upstairs in the duplex next door got a brand new puppy I think today and they have it on their front porch and it has been crying for the past hour. It is this loud, high pitched yipping that will go on for ten to fifteen minutes straight, stop just long enough for me to start nodding off, and then start back up.<br/><br/>Is it wrong for me to want to throw something at said puppy? It added howling into the repertoire, and I'm exhausted. I want to go next door and punch the stupid wannabe gangsta chick that lives there in the face. It's bad enough she'll roll in from the bar at like three-thirty in the morning with the bass blasting and Gucci Mane personally waking me up with his latest little ditty about money, cash, and hoes (high fives to anyone who caught the Jay-Z reference). Ugh ugh ugh. I wish I didn't have a job so that I could fill all my time with being a badass bitch. Really, it must be nice.<br/><br/>Well, Señor Puppy must have cried himself to sleep because I haven't heard him in five minutes. I'm going to try to go to sleep now, darlings. Good night.lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-55527599466498166812011-05-06T00:38:00.001-04:002011-05-06T00:57:10.495-04:00Meet You ThereSo...X Factor was a bust, but whatever. I got to go to Chicago and have a blast! I'll share the sordid details later, but for now I'll share my trip in pictures:<br />
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*I woke up this morning with a headache. I think it's from falling asleep with my super heavy and super thick hair pulled tightly up at the top of my head. I popped two Excedrin and took my hair down...<br />
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*BUT...I realized that the argan oil that I put in my hair could very well be causing the nasty outbreak of acne I've been getting along my jawline and my lower cheeks and hairline. So I pulled my hair back.<br />
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*However, the argan oil makes my stupid hair behave, so I'm trying to find a brand that I could use that won't break me out. I heard Josie Maran makes a good oil. For now I'm just putting the oil at the ends and hopefully I won't break out anymore.<br />
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*The Floridian Flasher struck again last night. I was kind of like "wow, why would you send me a picture of your junk two months after the last picture you sent of your junk...especially after I completely ignored you and blocked you on Facebook?" I guess that's some serious desperation, hahaha.<br />
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*Happy Easter, if Christianity is your cup of tea. I drink from the mug of Catholicism--it tastes kinda like some really strong espresso, with quite a kick.<br />
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*I leave for Chicago in about 22 hours. I audition for X Factor in less than four days. Very excited. Starting to get nervous. There's something pretty intimidating about Simon Cowell.<br />
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*I was suspended three days this week from work. I can't really go into it since I'm still working there, but I'll tell you that I didn't do anything wrong. Perhaps I can go into it soon. Just cross your fingers for me and perhaps I'll have an entirely new chapter to tell.lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-58608915039333093322011-04-07T01:56:00.001-04:002011-04-07T01:56:11.569-04:00Closing TimeHey darlings, it's time for Thirsty Thursday over at<a href="http://forblogs.blogspot.com/"> For The Love Of Blogs</a>, so I will share a delicious drink recipe with y'all...Enjoy!!!<br />
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<strong>A Piece of Ass</strong> (taken from <a href="http://drinksmixer.com/">drinksmixer.com</a>)<br />
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1 shot almond amaretto liqueur<br />
1 shot Southern Comfort peach liqueur<br />
Sweet and sour mix<br />
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Pour liqueurs over ice in a glass. Fill with sweet and sour mix and serve.<br />
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I'd like to thank all of you that stopped by from<a href="http://forblogs.blogspot.com/"> FTLOB</a>! Hugs and kisses to you lovelies, and please feel free to check out my other posts. If you like, comment, and if you lurrrrve, please follow! Also feel free to "like" my <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Butterflies-and-Hurricanes/198901870140397?ref=ts">Facebook page</a>...And if you show me love, I'll gladly return the favor.<br />
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<em><strong>The Thank Goodness It's April (And Friday) Playlist</strong></em>:<br />
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1. "Pretty Bird", Jenny Lewis, (<em>Acid Tongue</em>)<br />
2. "Assassin", John Mayer, (<em>Battle Studies</em>)<br />
3. "The High Road", Broken Bells, (<em>Broken Bells</em>)<br />
4. "Blue Blood Blues", The Dead Weather, (<em>Sea of Cowards</em>)<br />
5. "Hard To Explain", The Strokes, (<em>Is This It</em>)<br />
6. "1901", Phoenix, (<em>Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix</em>)<br />
7. "On The Radio", Regina Spektor, (<em>Begin to Hope</em>)<br />
8. "Mouthwash", Kate Nash, (<em>Made of Bricks</em>)<br />
9. "Come Round Soon", Sara Bareilles, (<em>Little Voice</em>)<br />
10. "22", Lily Allen, (<em>It's Not Me, It's You</em>)lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-91040154500208016492011-03-30T00:45:00.000-04:002011-03-30T00:45:21.627-04:00Know Your Onion!So I stumbled upon a delightful new blog, thanks to my Yahoo homepage. It's called <a href="http://bentobjects.blogspot.com/">Bent Objects</a>, and it's the hilarious and pretty imaginative art of this photographer/artist named Terry Border. I'll share a few of his funny photos with you guys, and you should totally check out his blog!<br />
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My friend Steph signed me up for the X Factor auditions in Chicago at the end of April. I'm excited. And nervous. And excited. But mostly nervous. I get stage fright, and I haven't really sang in front of a large group since high school, which was seven years ago (...fuck! Hahaha.). I do, however, don't feel too bad about the stage fright thing, because I once read that Sheryl Crow gets stage fright, and I love Sheryl Crow. It's good to know that huge superstars get nervous too.<br />
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I think I'm going to go with "Low Road" by Grace Potter & The Nocturnals as <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C0GuVGd_e88">my initial audition song</a>. I love it, and it shows off my voice very well. I'm gonna have to play around with it in the upcoming weeks to make it my own and to really make the judges (especially if I make it to Simon...eeeee!!!) be like "Who is this girl and why isn't she a star?" I'm not gonna lie, this has been a lifelong dream of mine, and life always gets in the way. I'm putting my foot down this time and I'm going to make this dream a reality. <br />
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My wonderful best friend DeLaina has started her own craft business, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?profile=1&id=168977066486843#!/pages/Oh-Crafts-Bows-More/168977066486843">Oh Crafts! Bows & More</a>, and you should definitely check it out if you are A.) a girl, B.) know a girl, C.) have a daughter/stepdaughter/niece/goddaughter, or D.) like wearing bows (hey, whatever makes you happy, haha). The stuff is cute and the prices are reasonable. D also makes stuff upon request, and she is more than willing to personalize her wares for you or any of the little girls in your life!<br />
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Here's pictures of the awesome flower bow (she calls it the "Here Comes The Sun" flower bow) she made for adults, modelled by her beautiful and fabulous sister Destinie:<br />
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In other news, I'm battling my Girl Scout cookie habit. It's an addiction. I bought six boxes of Tagalongs from Mac the service manager's granddaughters, and I received the tiny crunchy medallions of chocolatey peanut buttery goodness on Saturday. I already ate two boxes, and opened another tonight. I will most likely eat the rest of the third box tonight while watching <em>The Nanny</em>. I will most likely hit rock bottom when I run out...which will most likely be some time next week. Hahaha.lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-51744500400955331682011-03-16T02:37:00.001-04:002011-03-16T02:41:33.921-04:00Short Skirt/Long JacketAwesome Real Life Moment #1546512:<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">"And btw I am currently sitting across from a crazy drunk guy on the bus, lol. He's wearing badass old aviators and he's got crazy hair combed back greaser style and he's lounging in his seat with an Elvis kind of smirk on his drunk face. Classic."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Taken from a text I sent Sunday, March 13, 2011 @ 6:00 pm)</span></div><br />
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It's 2:22 am, and I should be in bed, but let's be honest. I'm never in bed at 2:22 am unless I have to get up at the asscrack of dawn. Mornings are like breakup sex--they should be avoided at all costs. I loathe and detest mornings. Sure, they're great in theory, I'll admit that, but in practice? No. I can live with waking up around noon.<br />
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But I digress. I'm not really in a funny blogging mood this week. To be honest, Japan and work has got me down. I can't really blog about work because you never know who might be reading my blog, but I will say that this daily tension-headache-that-morphs-into-a-terrible-migraine shit needs to stop. One can only pop so many Excedrin in a day without overdosing and foaming at the mouth at her desk. I'm not a rockstar yet. I think I might try yoga or something to relax. I also need to make time for Bessie Washington. I'm up all damn night but I can't exactly practice Bessie at 2:22 am or my mom and dad would kill me.<br />
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And Japan? God, everything about this past week in Japan is depressing. Makes me want to cry. Seriously. I hope that we have learned that when it comes to us versus nature, nature always inevitably wins. Technology is a moot point when it comes to the raw strength of natural disaster. I admire the people of Japan and their ability to mainain a quiet dignity in the face of this ever-growing chaos. My thoughts and prayers go out to the entire nation and the families affected by this tragedy.<br />
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In other news, Nicky lost one of his front teeth yesterday. I will share a picture:<br />
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<a href="http://www.playlistproject.net/"><img alt="Get a playlist!" border="0" src="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/images/create_pink.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://www.playlistproject.net/playlist/21643555339/standalone" target="_blank"><img alt="Standalone player" border="0" src="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/images/launch_pink.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://www.playlistproject.net/playlist/21643555339/download"><img alt="Get Ringtones" border="0" src="http://www.playlistproject.net/mc/images/get_pink.jpg" /></a> </div>lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-20148508305855229992011-03-11T00:50:00.000-05:002011-03-11T00:50:15.862-05:00Meanwhile, Rick James...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6gcSpG8e5P5-ka0xmx1FKvlz-vdjUIz-4eKWMdiUPNv2cnpDx5bVgTzW2P-9_pEbUReivgggHh1_1a8HKO7Lk53TCHqA8Z42CX3vNxxGVZWv8ipBeXKjxykCUOZCHE8ebXZ2eKJbWfg8/s1600/104_0382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6gcSpG8e5P5-ka0xmx1FKvlz-vdjUIz-4eKWMdiUPNv2cnpDx5bVgTzW2P-9_pEbUReivgggHh1_1a8HKO7Lk53TCHqA8Z42CX3vNxxGVZWv8ipBeXKjxykCUOZCHE8ebXZ2eKJbWfg8/s320/104_0382.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Nicky in his Nagys uniform during a tee ball game, June 2010)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So, tee ball sign-ups are this month, and I am in a bit of a philosophical pickle.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Nicky played tee ball last summer on the Nagys, and he loved the team and his coach, Mike. I was a little unhappy with the way the team practiced, but I eventually warmed up to the idea that these were just four, five, and six year olds who were just learning the basics of the fine art of baseball. They weren't learning to be the next A-Rod or Grady Sizemore. They were learning to hit a ball off a tee and run to first base and not third. I was more than psyched for this season, especially since I was keeping him on the Nagys and with Coach Mike. Mike really had a way with the kids. They loved him and they listened, and us parents loved him because he was patient and made practice fun.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">All was well until February 10th. Mike died suddenly of pneumonia. It caught us all completely off guard. He was only 30, and he didn't seem sickly or weak. Nicky had never really been exposed to death before, and I was a little unsure as to how to tell him. My mom and I sat him down and explained that Coach Mike had been very very sick and that he had died...I told him that he was coaching all the little angel kids in heaven. He seemed to get it, and even now he's like "Mommy, Coach Mike is in heaven. He died." I was honestly surprised that a five year old could grasp the finality of death. Part of me is still waiting for him to ask me where Mike is when the season starts.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The inevitable question of who is going to take over the coaching postition quickly takes the forefront. Zach, Mike's nephew of indeterminable age (I think he's like 20 or 21, tops.) and even more indeterminable maturity offers to take Mike's place. Zach was the one the kids would play with when they were supposed to be listening to Mike. He was also completely useless when it came to getting the kids to calm down. None of the kids took him seriously. I thought he was a big goofball, very immature and nerdy, but not in the cool nerdy way. He was more of the obnoxious and dumb nerdy way. He got on my nerves. I thought he was pretty harmless...Until he got all weird via Facebook messages when I was laid up in bed with severe tonsillitis last Thanksgiving. He went from being concerned about me being unable to swallow to being a bit of a creeper that kept messaging me and getting weirder with each message. I blocked him because I didn't need a puppy dog kind of kid hanging around me with a crush. I know that sounds mean, and maybe it was, but I didn't want him to get the wrong message. He was the assistant assistant coach of my son's tee ball team, not to mention he was kind of like a big kid himself. No sir.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Honestly, I don't want Zach coaching my son. He is not going to be able to control all those kids, and Nicky goes up to softball next summer (2012). He needs to learn the basics from someone who is serious about being a coach. I also, however, don't want to look like a gigantic bitch, especially since this kid took on the mantle of coach in lieu of his dead uncle. I think I am going to transfer him to another team. Nicky is okay with it--one of the perks, I guess, of being six and being resilliant. Why the hell do I feel so bad about it when he's just like whatever? I need to suck it up and be more like Nick.</div>lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3640543158276301730.post-83658545294162849472011-03-08T03:16:00.001-05:002011-03-08T03:20:51.939-05:00Free Fallin'<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>I recently acquired a guitar (Friday), thinking that since I am of the musical sort I should procure a guitar and learn to play. You know, cultivate my talent and all that good crap. Well...I'm not gonna lie to you. It's been like four days and I really suck. I'm not sure if it's my lack of guitar knowledge or if the whole strings/chords/numbers/letters thing intimidates me, but...I'm no John Mayer, let me tell you.<br/><br/>I haven't had time to go purchase a guitar manual, so I purchased a fine app off iTunes called <i>Guitar Basics for Dummies</i>, and I'm going to tell you I learned quite a bit about guitar playing. In theory. In practice...well...let's just say I have a bit of work cut out for me. I think that with proper, uninterrupted (that means you, Nicky and Mom) practice I might be able to summit and conquer Guitar Mountain. Maybe. <br/><br/>I'm thinking that maybe a guitar is like a puppy. You have to get it to trust you and then assert your dominance. Well, I'm asserting myself right now. I'm the Alpha, bitch. I totally own you, guitar. Yes. I also decided that I should name said guitar, because that will make it a lot more interesting and meaningful when I get mad at it and insult its guitarhood. I named my guitar Bessie Washington. I think it fits my guitar very well.<br/><br/>Along with the proper guitar holding technique and learning to fret and becoming intimidated by the juxtaposition of major and minor signs and numbers and letters and chords, I've learned another important thing about myself: my fingers are little sissy bitches. Seriously. I can only play for a little while before my fingers get sore and I have to stop because I have the impressions on my fingertips from where the strings cut into my fingers. I need to figure out how to speed up the callus forming process. <br/><br/>I honestly can't wait to be able to play a song, and I feel like Bessie Washington and myself are about to embark on a hilarious musical journey of pain, anguish, joy, frustration, anger, and that inevitable Helen Keller aha moment where it'll all come together and I'll attain guitar enlightenment. <br/><br/>And the first real song I hope to play, after I get comfortable with everything? "Free Fallin'", John Mayer style. Go look up his version on YouTube and you'll be like "wow, that John Mayer is a douche, but lord can he play the guitar."<br/>
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I've currently acquired a creeper/stalker, I think. I will share with you the message I got on Facebook last night from the Floridian Flasher.<br />
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<em><span style="color: magenta;">March 6 at 8:40pm</span></em><br />
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<em><span style="color: magenta;">Yo what's your deal ? I know u got my texts </span></em><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Actually I did not get your texts because I blocked your number. </span> <br />
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Jesussss. What a creeper. Most people would have gotten the hint and rode off into the sunset. <br />
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(Here's to the next 100 posts being as crazy as these!)lacherie_17http://www.blogger.com/profile/04573288933316745280noreply@blogger.com0