Memorial Day Weekend!

this weekend we went to the beach with worker man's bff and his fiance.

we had a blast!

here they are :)


here's me and worker man.

sweet tan lines....i know.

gag.
we went to broadway at the beach and worker man LOVED feeding the fish.

seriously, he asked for a quarter like 14 times till i finally found one!

gag.
the fish were all waiting in the "feeding areas" for all these kids under 12 to feed them.

well, the kids under 12 and worker man.


and of course we had to get a picture of the airbrushed t-shirts that c and worker man kept talking about buying.

it was a biker weekend.

very interesting....



we had a BLAST!

a treat for me!

we went tonight and got me a treat!!

the guy helping worker man load them up.


we're stoked.

or at least i am!


worker man and ffil just enjoyin' a summer night :)

she cleans up real niiice.

my seeestar after her induction into the national honors society at her school.

doesn't she look B.E.A.utiful??

here are some pics from the night before on our ride home...




oh yeah....

she ain't just another pretty face.

she's got skillz.

wanna know a secret??







it runs in the family.

busy bee.

so i'm totally OCD.
i need everything to be organized before I can get anything done.
i'm the girl that has to make up the bed before i get in it to go to bed.

welllll....at my new job, this isn't really an option.

it's crazy busy. people are coming in and out. i'm trying to get 20 things done at once.

busy enough that at the end of the day i had to make a post-it note for the next day.


just so i could find where i left off in the pile of stuff.

needless to say....
i need a plan.

I heard it through the grapevine...

...well actually I saw it with my own two eyes

Worker Man has a girlfriend,

Worker Man has a girlfriend!

He actually asked our waitress to take a picture with him.

Look at that grin!

I don't think he has ever smiled that big with me....even on our wedding day!

'cause I keeps me a piece o' steel.

on mother's day we were all at my grandma's house for lunch.

my brother started getting his food and I just happened to be behind him.

here's what I saw.


don't worry.
it's just a bb gun.

madea would be proud.

FiberOne.

do any of you eat fiber one bars?

well, i love them!

but, there is a slight side effect that seems to be bothering some of my coworkers and my supervisor.

they give you gas. and i don't mean just gas....i mean gas

{by the way, for some reason this has not happened to me but for the first couple of days....just didn't want you to think that i loved them for this reason}

this morning my supervisor vowed that she was never eating them again.

her reasoning?

"I'm tellin' ya, you could fill up a hot air balloon three hours after eating one of these"

she's not eating any more unless she plans to be home alone for a few days.

or plans to take a hot air balloon ride soon.

zacks.

where we live there is a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant called zacks.
it's a hamburger and hot dog joint.

worker man and i love to go there.

{i don't eat hot dogs or hamburgers but i love the buns with all the fixings}

the other night when we went, here's what/who i got to eat with.

worker man reading a homes & land magazine.

the entire.time we were on our high quality date night.


ahem, back to my story.

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the dining part of this little wining and dining excursion of ours gets better.

here's what worker man had for supper.

umm, yes...

gag a maggot.

and, i just had to get a pic of the napkin.

yum.

so, i guess i've convinced all of you to come eat with us sometime, right?

right?

great!

we'll set a date....

...you tell me when

and

of course you know where.

my treat!

happy mother's day.

worker man and i both have phenomenal mothers.

we're spending the day with them!

thanks for all yall do.

we love you!!

motherly advice.

Today a funny story from a few years ago came up. I figured it might be blog-worthy. First of all, the reason it came up was from a funny story Teeter was telling me. And, in this conversation she referenced a carbuncle. Not that she has ever had a carbuncle, not that she even knew what one was, but she mentioned one. Well, since neither one of us knew what she was talking about, we decided to look it up.

Well, take a little advice from me...

Do NOT google the images.

It's not worth it.

I think I threw up a little in my mouth when I saw the pictures.

In fact, I'm gagging as I type this.
{And I'm sure you're gagging while you read this because I know you just stopped to google carbuncle images}

Anywhoo...back to my story.

I came back from a 4-night, 5-day back-packing trip where I hadn't had a shower for the last five days (i.e. zits galore). After getting home and showering, my mom proceeded to ask if I was wearing any make-up.

Me: "Nothing other than mascara"

Mom: "Well, maybe you should consider starting"

ouch.

The following week...yes...the story gets worse...

The following week I decided to take my mother's advice and headed to the mall for a makeover. I spent over an hour getting my makeup done at the Bobbi Brown counter and decided that I would take everything they had used. I left off a few of the gels and anti-wrinkle creams as well as the eye shadows but everything else I decided to buy. When they started to ring up my purchase the nice lady that had stared at every crevice of my face for the last HOUR, asked if I would like to open a Belk card to get 15% off.

I agreed. Please note, this was before I took the Dave Ramsey class.

When she rang up everything and took the 15% off, guess how much my total was?

200? 300? maybe even 400?

umm....no...

$496

Well, how was I about to say I changed my mind???

So, instead, I just choked out a thank you and took my little tiny bag worth $500 to the car. As soon as I got to the car, I called my suite-mate hyperventilating. You would have seriously thought I had swallowed my tongue. As I explained this situation she attempted to take me seriously which is practically impossible. She finally agreed for me to come pick her up and bring her back to return the makeup and put it back on my credit card.

Needless to say, I haven't been back to Bobbi Brown.

Ever.