Karlee-may...?

Just Go Here

2010-08-19T12:21:00.000-06:00

http://karleemay.wordpress.com/

Just go here

My First Sunburn

2010-04-19T10:31:00.002-06:00

Its happened. In my 23+ years of existence, I have finally joined the rest of you. I have now, for the first time ever, utterly burned the shat out of my body. Its quite absurd actually.
I have had 'pink' areas. I will not lie, the top of my head has 'burned' enough to peel. But until now, THAT HAS BEEN IT.
Now, I have officially cooked and lobstered myself. And I must say, this is one of the most painful things my skin has ever been forced to sit through. (side note: I am technically sitting through the process, seeing as the blisters from my Teva's and the 10 mile hike Shane and I went on have made it so walking is not high on my to-do list right now.)

This is an entirely new process for me. I do not know what to expect with an actual sun burn. I got some suggested Aloe and let me tell you- that is the most amazing feeling on za planet! It IS like hand sanitizer for the body, and I want a bathtub of it that I can just lay down in.
I don't want it to peel, but Shane told me its "cooked and coming off like original recipe off a thigh at KFC." I don't even know what that is, but that is disgusting and horrifying. I am going to do everything in my power to prevent any part of my body resembling something from a fast food joint.

Give me some more Motrin, some more beer, some baggy clothes and some aloe!

No, thats not a white tanktop you see...
I feel like I could fry an egg on my chest!
...but it was TOTALLY worth it. Super fun weekend in the sun. Lesson learned: Sun Screen is your friend, even if you don't ever sunburn.

The FIling Cabinet Incident

2010-04-16T14:30:00.002-06:00

A week ago today a huge filing cabinet fell completely over on me and crushed me beneith its massive weight. this is the photo that was taken of the incident. I cant believe I forgot to post it!

**note: readers- please read me/follow me/ subscribe to me/ hang out with me on my wordpress blog- I update that one much more frequently. http://karleemay.wordpress.com/

Carma

2010-04-07T09:27:00.002-06:00

You.
YOU know who you are.
Maybe I don’t, and maybe I won’t…
but you know who you are.
You drug a key from the middle of the hood, down the left side all the way through the driver side door, ending a little less than half way through the back seat driver’s side door. And drug is an understatement, for the majority of what you did was dig off the layers of paint in a not even straight line down the body of my car.

OH, lets not forget the little twofer you threw in there on the driver door. Lets talk briefly about how immature that is.

1) If you are smart, no one will never know you did it. So go ahead and feel cool about f’ing up my car in secret. You can’t even share your glory.

2) If I do find out it was you who did it, it suddenly won’t be so funny.

3) I like to think generally I am a likeable person. I get along with just about everyone. I don’t recall recently pissing anyone off, but if I did… grow up. Join the adult club and confront a problem. If you do in fact know me and it was malicious, you will know that I have no problem whatsoever talking to your dumb face.

4) Lastly- if I don’t know you and it was just some dick prank move to a stranger… then again I suggest growing up. My car is not a piece of junk that I don’t take care of or am not proud of.

CARma is a bitch, as I am sure you will soon realize.

love, KARlee MAy

I will bail you out

2010-03-31T16:39:00.000-06:00

I always leave my phone ringer on at night, in case of an emergency. This one particular night, it was an emergency.

2:14 am on a Thursday my phone starts loudly informing me that someone from an anonymous number needs something. With my eyes still shut I grab the thing, flip it open and groggily utter “hello?!…”

“You have received a Collect Call from the Ada County Jail from…Michelle XXXX… Press 1 to accept the charges. Press 2 to decline”

My eyes pop right open. Obviously I press 1, this is my good friend on the other line.

….long pause. (some beeping). Long pause…

“Karlee?! Its Shelly…” All I can hear is crying. No, crying is an understatement. All I can hear is bawling.

“Shelly, what is going on?!”

“I got pulled over and arrested for Drinking and Driving.” (more sobs.) “I got a DUI! You know I can’t call my parents…”

This is true, I know she can’t. “WHAT?! When? Just now?!” (duh Karlee, duh)

“Yes, just now! They are giving me the option to have someone come bail me out so I don’t have to stay the night. Karlee, please?! can you PLEASE come bail me out? I have the money, I will pay you back I SWEAR… just don’t make me stay here.”

“Alright Shelly, I am coming. Tell me how much and where to go.” -As my friend is giving me the details, I am *quickly* getting dressed, finding shoes, keys, and running to my car. I jump in while on the phone with her and continue to get details of what I need to do in this process. This is, of course, my first time bailing a friend out of jail in the middle of the night. About 5 minutes into the drive, just as I am about to tell her I will see her in a minute and it will all be ok, I hear a little TINY giggle.

A giggle?!

“F* off Shelly!” I hang up the phone. Turn around. Head home. Immediately upon hanging up my phone is ringing again. I don’t need to answer though, I know what the voicemail is going to say:

2:14am: 4/1: = Best April Fools Prank EVER.

touche my friend, touche. Nothing has even come close to topping that. I was in it hook, line, and sinker. I pressed 1 on my cell phone and everything. touche.

Dare You To...

2010-03-29T14:34:00.000-06:00

We’ve all been in that situation where someone has a terrible idea and suggests you do it. You then take one of the following options:
1) Ask them what they will give you and in turn weigh the cost & effect
2) Determine why they themselves are not doing whatever was suggested and decide if you want to be THAT guy.
3) Realize its probably not best and turn the tables with a “No” or a “Why don’t YOU?!”
4) Completely ignore the source, all sense of right vs wrong, health, complications, etc… and jump in feet first.
For whatever reason I tend to choose option 4. Not always the best decision as demonstrated in the following scenerios:

*Once I snorted a big, finly ground line of… salt. I did it for the biggest size Cold Stone treat. Before the line- genuis idea. Its salt! I love salt and eat it every day. After the line- TOTALLY NOT WORTH IT. I couldn’t stop crying, the burning sensation was far more than expected, and everything tasted like blood for days… incuding said Cold Stone. #BS

*I once was convinced that it was a good idea to climb up a ladder into the rafters of an unfinished building to turn up a fog machine at a party that was not my own. At the risk of being kicked out or plumeting to a broken bone fate, I accepted the task knowing that should I succeed, I was getting a red bull and a piggy back to the next bar. (innebriation may or may not have been a factor)

* I drank a cup and a half of straight soy sauce for $5.00. I vomited far more than what $5.00 could make me feel good about vomiting. ’nuff said.

* I have been convinced that riding down a steep, wooden flight of stairs in a plastic laundry basket was a great idea. I actually went so fast that upon crashing into the wall across the hall at the bottom of the stairs, I shattered the laundry basket, not to mention my pride. In turn, I also have been convinced that going down a steep carpeted flight of stairs in a giant box was a good idea too. same result.

* I stood up on my table in a quite busy Thai Noodle Hut restaurant and asked for the entire bar / restaurant’s attention so I could tell them all a joke. Little did the restaurant know that I was getting my entire dinner & drink tab picked up by the waitor if I had the balls to do it. Little did the waitor know I had the balls. (side note: the waitor freaked and asked me to get down before I told the joke, afraid he’d get in trouble. I compromised and sat back down, beers and dessert covered.)

* I marched up to a decently well known musician (one I like quite a bit) and, quite frankly demanded him to play more music. After failed attempt #1, I listened to my friend and it seemed logic- go back and tell him “I’m Karlee F*cking May, and you should pl…” not so much. Come to think of it, I don’t think I was even getting anything for doing that- just that we wanted him to play for us.

* Countless times for countless different pirzes I have tried to eat/swollow a tablespoon of straight cinnimon with out coughing or spitting any out. Want to make a bet you are sure to win? Bet someone they can’t do that- because its impossible.

* I went up a chair lift having never been on a snowboard before to attempt to snowboard down. First times a charm they tell me. Bet me $40.00 I couldn’t do it… bingo. I couldn’t. Not far from the top I fell and fractured my wrist. P.S. snow patrol at Bogus sucks the big one.

…I think I have made my point clear.

The next time you are making a bet- weigh your options. Sometimes the money or the free drink end up NOT being worth it. but then again, sometimes it totally is.

My Watch

2010-03-24T14:07:00.006-06:00

EARLY IS ON TIME,
ON TIME IS LATE,
AND LATE IS UNACCEPTABLE

A very wise woman taught me this. And this is how I roll. %94 of the time, anyway.

I am an on-timer. I like to be there before the show. I like my seat in the theater before the lights dim and the previews start. I like to be waiting on you, not have you waiting on me. ... I immediately take that back. I dont LIKE to be waiting on you, but I would prefer to be waiting on you if waiting is to be had.

Needless to say, I dont like being late: not the 'on-time' late, and not the 'late is unacceptable' late. In fact, it really chaps my ass.

(side note: I forgot how much I love that saying until Ashley said it the other day.)

I feel bad if I am late. A) It messes with my day. B) because its not nice to you C)because when I run real late I tend to stress & panic = I sweat.

Here is my thought though, and I will stand by this until the day I can't stand (in which case I will sit by this):
There is never a reason why you should not call and inform the other parties involved if you are running late. NEVER, unless you there is death, dead, or dying involved.

You can always call your date and say you are running behind. You can always call your iterviewer and let them know you are on your way. You can text your friends and keep them up to speed with your progress. (side note again: you should NOT text your boss to tell them you are late- you should always call your boss. Found that out the hard way.)

*sorry for the tangent: my point was supposed to be that today I have already been late twice, and its not even 3:00.

I was late this morning (by just a smidge)- I would even go as far as to say that I fell in the "on time is late" category. STRIKE1 .
Then when coming back from lunch, I was legitimately late. STRIKE2

Me being late really throws my day out of whack. Don't get me wrong- I am happy to fly by the seat of my pants when flying by the seat of your pants is appropriate. If everyone on board your little ship is not pant-seat flying, you should stick to being on time too. Its the decent thing to do.
that, or dont expect anyone to wait for you.

Like my friend for example, who always wants to hang out and will "be there in 10." 10 minutes can (not so) quickly turn into an hour or more, and it doesn't occure to said friend why I left you behind.

What did this blog even turn into? I was late and apparently just wanted to share my life motto with you.

There are often good reasons for being late- I allow exceptions. Exceptions for why you are late and exceptions for myself and why I am late. This is allowed, but should not be the norm. Do your best to plan your life around your life...

Be early. or be on time. Thats all I got. I'm obviously stuck on that point right now.

Big Pink Pills

2010-03-12T12:47:00.003-07:00

I get migraines. I am sure this is not new news for some of you, but I get huge, gnarly, beast-of-them-all migraines. So bad that I get dizzy, throw up, can’t see.. and all that jazz. Needless to say, I have a hefty dose prescription of a little narcotic that I take when I get them to knock myself out and hopefully wake up feeling decent. I always refer to said medication as the “Big Pink Pills”. This name is based from the obvious- they are big pink pills.
When I take the pink pills, generally it knocks me out cold for 8+ hours. I mean cold like you might have to carry me if there is a fire because I cant wake up. This is as much a blessing as it’s not. Here’s why:

Last summer I had the mama of all migraines. It was probably 2pm a lovely, sunny Saturday afternoon. My ever so wonderful roommate-at-the-time, Kyle, is a good caretaker. Seeing my pain he set me up on the couch, cup of tea, Big pink pills, and a movie. I popped the suckers in, and about 10 minutes later looking from Kyle to the TV was like a watercolor painting. Blurry, liquidy, messy slow motion life.

…Next thing I know I hear a loud SLAM! I open my eyes and I can not see a thing. Its pitch black and so immediately I try to sit up and move my arms and I am stuck.. Tied down. Arms tied, legs tied, and pinned down. Immediately I start to freak out. Then a giant shadow leans over me, and instantly I knew what happened. I had been kidnapped, and this man was going to kill me. I start screaming and crying and fight to free my hands so I can start punching and slapping. And let me tell you… I am. I am doing everything in my panic-filled power to beat the Shit out of my captivator. Holding me down by my shoulders, I finally tune into the words coming out of the scary man’s mouth:

“Karlee! Karlee calm down! Karlee, its me! Its KYLE!!!”

…What the Hell?! I just break down into tears. I was not kidnapped. I was not tied down. I was on my flippin’ couch.

My dear friend had seen me fall asleep and tucked me in- blanket tucked so tight into me and into the couch that I felt like I was restrained. I had punched and slapped and screamed at Kyle, doing what he does best- be a nice care-takerie friend. And 8 or 9 hours later, it had turned to pitch black night-hence why I could not see. Oh man.

Thank heavens Kyle understood. More so he just laughed it off, as did I once my wits were about me. And now, I try to go straight to my bedroom if I have to take the big pink pills. Boy, when they tell you that they work, they are not pulling you leg.

Karlee and Kyle

Todays Advice

2010-02-16T11:22:00.002-07:00

"Why is it that we fear the unknown so much? It's this constant need for answers and outcomes that makes us think we need to know our exact direction. But the truth is, even when we have an anticipated destination, we rarely arrive to the place we think it's going to be. So my advice is this: Embrace the unknown. Delight in not knowing where you are going to work, what city you'll live in, who you'll sleep next to each night. The unknown is scary because it means there are so many possibilities, some of which can be bad (there are a lot of people I don't want to sleep next to every night). However, it's also glorious because there are possibilities that we can't even imagine out there for us! Options so great, that they haven't even presented themselves as ideas in our minds yet. Love not knowing. Love uncertainty. It can only mean that you have brilliant possibilities in your future." ~Megan Egbert aka @hipmamacita

Thanks Megan. You ARE full of good stuff today.

beer me

2010-02-10T15:51:00.014-07:00

A little letter to my friend Beer.

Beer~

We have caused problems together, we have solved problems together. We have got in trouble together, and we have got out of trouble together. We have shared memories, and have many forgotten ones as well. (But I think its better for both of us to have forgotten them, so no hard feelings, really.)

Just like I say about some of my other friends, you and I go way back. And we do.
I made sure to introduce you to my wonderful boyfriend, my family, my roommates and my friends. In turn, I like meeting your friends and relatives too. Usually I like them as much as i like you! I want you to know I mean it when I say that I like when you decide to show up and join in on the good time- you tend to be a nice addition.

But, I also want to stress that when I tell you enough is enough, or I need some space, or its time to leave me alone for awhile-I mean that too. But generally you do a good job keeping your distance and rarely show up uninvited, so thanks for that.
Thanks for listening to me blab all the time too, beer. You've sat through many a conversation. I don't always enjoy your input into the conversation after the fact, though I must say I do appreciate your listening skills. I also appreciate you curbing your jealousy when I choose other people or activities over you. It doesn't mean I don't like you. I hope you understand.

Recently I noticed that we have taken all kinds of photos together! Granted, most of the time you look better than I do, but hey- what can you do. Ya win some, ya lose some...I included some of those memories for you to look back on as well. aaah, good times.

Thanks again my not-so-long-lost friend. Its been fun, as I am sure it will contiue to be.

Lock Lock, Double Lock

2010-01-29T14:03:00.002-07:00

8 years ago, I didn't think it of any importance to lock your car door while in the car.

After the coming incidents, you will understand why I have done it religiously- whether I be driving, front seat, back seat, your car, my car...(you get the point).

8 years ago a drunk bum tried to steal me from my car.

At least I think he tried to steal me- never stuck around to find out his exact intention.

..and at least i think he was drunk-I only confirmed the odor of booze.

But certainly, he was homeless.

Anyway-I was sitting at a red light at 15th and State Street one lovely summer night in our lovely town of Boise. Window down, music bumpin' (if you will), and nothing out of the ordinary.

I saw the bum walking up to me. This is important because he did not catch me by surprise. I took (what i thought was) proper precautions and discretely began rolling up the window. (I did not want to offend him and make him THINK it was because of him, but he freaked me out.)

Faster than I could even get the window all the way up, he tried to reach in. Upon noticing that was not going to work, he opened the car door! I grabbed the handle on the inside and pulled it shut. Before I could get it locked he was opening it again- together our opposing strenghts arguing over who was going to get what they wanted. I wanted safety. He wanted in.

NO THANKS. I screamed at the driver to go...and we did. Right through the red light.

Side Note: any near death experience running a red light might have posed for me was a walk in the park compared to the bum trying to get me.

Reaching safety blocks away, I called the police.

This was incident numero uno.

A couple years later I was the actual driver of a car where a stranger tried to get it.

Again, at night, I ran a stop light to escape the stranger. He obviously could not get in seeing as my door was locked. That's two times for me that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

THIS IS BOISE PEOPLE. Scary stuff.

Hence why I lock my doors immediately upon entering a vehicle. You never know when someone is going to want to steal you.

Its Different Today

2010-01-26T10:30:00.011-07:00

It’s different today.
Not a terrible different, just a noticeable one.
It’s a combination of things actually. Weather, emotions,
the fact that it’s Monday and I am at home.
I still need to take a shower.
It’s different today.

I am reading.
I am reading because being stuck in this book is keeping me from shaking.
I am reading, but I am frustrated at how slow my progress is.
I keep looking at my phone to see the time,
looking at the page number to see how far I’ve read, and back at my phone again.
No one has contacted me yet today.
My eyes hurt, they really burn-that’s also why I am reading so slowly.
But I’m not too frustrated to shut my eyes.
The book is good, I won’t lie.
It’s different today.

I feel funny. Not HA-HA funny.

I like to be 'make you laugh' funny. I like to make light of things.

But I mean funny like 'odd.'

I don't feel like being funny.

That's different today.

We decide to catch up on a favorite pastime.
We snuggle down under a blanket we’ve sat under a thousand times,
but you still ask me if you are taking up too much of it.
Of course not- we fit fine under here.
My laptop is notably hot on my thighs, even through the blanket.
It doesn’t matter though, its comforting. I am comfortable.
Normally I wouldn’t have noticed, but today I am abnormally aware of my surroundings.
But the show is good, and you are good, and so I don’t think about it long.
It’s just different today.

We both know we are tired.
You need some sleep.
I am going to be awake for a while, I already know that.
I can feel and hear both of our heartbeats. We are calm, but
they are equally heavy and fast.
You are dreaming- your body is telling me that.
I am listening, and thinking, and I am anxious.
Or is it nervous? Or maybe it’s merely anticipation. I don’t know what it is.
I do know that I love you. That feeling is very strong.
And I wouldn’t change this moment in any way.
I am surprisingly happy, but I still don’t feel good.
It’s different today.

Dreams

2010-01-20T09:25:00.002-07:00

I have always had very intense dreams. I wake up crying... like big sobs and tons of tears and gasping for breath crying- all the time. sometimes i have no recollection of it, and just wake up to a tear soaked pillow. And sometimes I wake up and know exactly what happened.

I also dream and get scared. Scared to where I need to get up, strip my bed and remake it to insure there are no spiders, scared where i sit up out of a dead sleep and my heart is pounding. I dream in crazy heavy emotion. I am going to start logging some of these wacky dreams. **

Phobias, Fears, and Spiders- OH MY!

2010-01-12T09:03:00.004-07:00

Fears and Phobias: something I continue to find fascinating.

There are so many things out there, and someone who is afraid of everything.

This is what I learned today about Phobias: PHOBIA: The word phobia is Greek, therefore any word that is connected to it should be Greek. To coin a new phobia name, it is proper to follow this rule. The rule has been broken many times in the past especially within the medical profession which is steeped in Latin and often, when forming a name for a phobia, they have dipped into what they know and have used a Latin suppletion affixed to the Greek stem to form their names. The language pundits frown on this but it has happened time and time again over the years and these words have become accepted.

*SIDE NOTE: here is an Indexed Phobia List . Cool to look through, I must say.

I hate to admit it, but I have a phobia. Its irrational, embarrassing, uncontrollable, and insane. I am aware, and not proud. And I have tried everything short of being submerged in a vat of "the fear", and hypnotherapy. and believe me, I *still* am looking into Hypnosis. I believe I have Arachnophobia.

I am not entirely sure at which point something you are afraid of is deemed a 'phobia'. All I know is that for me, it is more than just disliking spiders or being scared of seeing them.
I know the difference. I can compare it with my fear of becoming bald, also known as Phalacrophobia. But I don't feel the same way about fearing my own baldness, I don't think its a phobia, as I do with spiders.

The difference is that upon encountering the little bastards, it is almost as if a light switch is flipped. One second I am fine, and the next I am in pure hysteria. I cant control my tears (and mind you- it is not just tears, its substantial amount of sobbing, sometimes mixed with shaking). My heart races, instantly my head hurts, and an insane amount of panic hits my entire body like lightning. Its absurd I tell you! My body & brain hit shock.

It doesn't matter the size of the spider, the result is basically the same. My only adapted 'saving grace' is that if I am far enough away to instantly convince myself that there is a chance its a different bug- i.e. a beetle or a fly- I can tone down the tears and panic and GTFO. But the moment my brain makes the connection, I am a lost cause.

I am not even sure what it is exactly I am afraid of either. In most cases I don't think it will kill me, although I do feel like they seek me out, knowing I don't like them- much like cats do. I know I am bigger (much, much bigger) and have the upper hand in the sense that I could step on the sucker, but I cant. I cant get close enough. I don't want to get close enough. THEY ARE SCARY. I did live in Kauai, Hawaii when i was little- Big ass spiders there. I would run through our door under the sleeping cane spiders every day. (Cane spiders EAT BABY BLUEBIRDS- wtf.) Perhaps the abnormal amount of spiders there contributed to the issue, I don't know.

I have nightmares that spiders and have to get up, strip my bed, and remake it in order to get to back sleep. And it frightens me to know that Daddy Long-Legs-which are everywhere- are SOOO poisonous that if they had large enough mouths to bite humans, it would kill you. My luck- I will encounter that one daddy long leg with a big mouth.

I write about this lightly, but this is one of the few things that actually embarrass me. It doesn't matter where I am- work, the grocery store, with the boyfriend, the park...- I can not control what happens to my mind and body. (and anyone who has been witness: my eyes do not handle tears well: insta-poof)
People judge: "It's just a spider Karlee." .... YEAH, I AM AWARE. I hate them. And I certainly would not freak out if I had the choice.
Worst part: you tell me you killed it, and part of me doesn't believe you. What if you tell me you killed it because it got away and you want to solve the issue?! But actually showing me the killed spider is just as bad.

Anyway, lost cause here. Working on how to solve this issue for myself. Either way, thought the phobia site up top was neat.

P.S. : Shane killed a HUGE spider with his bare finger the other day. BARE FINGER. siiiick.

Bee Positive

2010-01-11T10:04:00.004-07:00

I will be the first to admit- I have bad days. I have back to back bad days. I get in terrible moods, where even the kindest gestures that normally I feel would warrant praise go near-unnoticed because I am mad. I complain, I gripe, I grumble... but I don't do it everyday.

Its becoming more and more noticeable to me how many people are ONLY negative. Everyday a coworker of mine starts her day off walking in the door and says something negative. every.day. Is there seriously nothing good in your life? I have mentioned this to her too. One day I was so sick of how she entered the office that I waited for her to get here and I flat out told her she has never come into the office happy. or said something nice. Not even that its not something nice, its not something not-negative. Her response: 'whatever."

Well, WHATEVER to you!? you smack negativity all over where I hang out for 8 hours a day. I don't like that. I would rather be somewhere else too, but face it- that's life. Hold your breath if you must, and wait to say how terrible your weekend was, or how cold your hand are, or how the traffic is so bad, or comment on how messed up I am for having a fan on...

and I am in no way suggesting that everyone stop bitching. I am all for it. Speak your mind, argue for the sake of arguing, point out what you dislike- its good for you. I do it!

BUT serious. if there is nothing in your life that makes you happy... you need a new life.

I would put money on that if you say something nice, or positive, before turning to bitching- overall your day, or better yet -your life, will be a whole lot better.

Try it. Dare you. Bee positive. :)

*Now, on my positive note: I got a new coffee maker today and a ton of coffee. Now I have a french press AND a one cup coffee maker. and the little coffee pouches are real cute. I am very pleased and excited to give it a go.*

Business Time

2010-01-05T10:41:00.001-07:00

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This cracks me up.

Worst Luck

2010-01-04T08:58:00.006-07:00

Lets recap my weekend: (yeah, there are witnesses)

Friday: random allergy to something in a salad. who knows WHAT it was, but it was something. Probably just shared a kitchen with something I am actually allergic to. But mid-chicken salad my mouth/tongue decided to whack out. Really, this was minor. Almost not worth mentioning, other than that it made for a 3 day in a row sequence of events.

Saturday: game night. Nothing major, nothing out of the ordinary. suddenly- BAM! hands swelled up-( swole up? were swollen??) either way, it was totally randomly. Thought at first I was just retaining water- i hear too much salt will do that to you. So, i took off my rings, which almost didn't come off. Then, next thing I knew I could not even touch my fingers to the palms of my hands that said fingers are attached to. What the eff? Benadryl-ed any annoyed, I went to bed. Bringing us to...

Sunday:

Started out just enjoying an absolutely delish pizza with the boyfriend before heading to watch Sherlock Holmes (which I must add, was quite good.) and ended with a bloody swollen mouth. Somewhere between dousing my pizza in red pepper flakes, and consuming the slice itself, one of those little spicy round bastards forced its way between my gum and front tooth. It hurt and burned like a mother. Now, having been previously Dental Schooled, I took it upon myself to head to the bathroom and perform a flake-removal procedure with a sharp piece of armamentarium- hand crafted from a straw. After icing the area throughout the movie, the swelling is gone and its only a fat sliced gum. but omg.

Seems to be that the boyfriend is right: I am a walking calamity.

I want to thank 2009

2009-12-31T12:02:00.007-07:00

Its sappy-stupid- and lame, I know this to be true. But I do. I overheard someone the other day who nonchalantly mentioned having a terrible year and no friends/significant others/family to spend new years with so it can all go to hell. I don't even know this someone, but it really made me think. I'm lucky.

I want to thank everyone who was a piece of my 2009. Good piece, or bad piece, you were a piece of something that I cant give back. And I am happy to say that I don't want to give any part of it back anyway. Even the super shitty things from the last year I gained good things from experiencing them either way.

I want to thank my friends. My new friends who have came into my life in the last year, for being such fun, fabulous, interesting people that i feel lucky to call friends. My 'long time friends that I wouldn't trade for the world. Even though i don't see all them very often, thus far they have stuck with me through my ups and downs, and that is something not everyone has. My friends ROCK.

Happy with my family. They are awesome. They frustrate me from time to time, but I have more fun with them than alot of people have with their family. My parents are a blast, my sister is my friend, I have aunts, uncles, cousins-all who I have fun with and like to see. Apparently that's more rare than i thought.

and thanks to who I have shared everything with lately. You've sat there and listened to me cry, laugh, talk, think, complain, question... and never once have you failed to help me. You have been the absolute best. And I cant wait for more of that with you.

I want to thank those of you who let me do things like throw up on your coat, eat dinner and then fall asleep at your house, smack you in the face, or lost something of yours, or mess up REAL bad, and rode it off as "good times with good friends and good memories made" and still liked me after. What an attitude to have- that alot of us, including myself, can learn from.

...and thank the laid back people who help keep me sane. and those of you who can appreciate a practical joke, and play back. And the one who has laid things out black and white for me for the last few months and really taught me lots.

Thanks to the people in my life who gave me new ideas, music, new experiences, games, information... I love to grow. (as long as its not around my waist.) and I grow from the people around me. LOTS Of you in that group.

And thanks to everyone in 2009 who hurt me or pissed me off to all hell. I take from you people a better senses of what I want and don't want, or what I like or don't like, and who the people are that I want to surround myself with. Nothing to be ashamed of. You can't be everyones friend and not everyone is going to like you, so better take the fails and get something from them. NO hard feelings brought into 2010. Thanks for sucking so I could learn.

I sincerely hope that everyone has a fun, SAFE, and happy New Year surrounded by the ones that they love. Peace out 2009. Peace.

How To Get Rid Of Unwanted Presents (Seasonal: Seasonal Humour)

2009-12-15T14:35:00.001-07:00

I have found a site who's slogan is "Get Good At Life." this is now my favorite slogan.
and from this site I have borrowed some Seasonal Tips:

This is Holiday tip numero uno...

How To Get Rid Of Unwanted Presents (Seasonal: Seasonal Humour)

How To Survive A Family Christmas (Seasonal: Seasonal Humour)

2009-12-15T14:34:00.001-07:00

And yet another helpful hint for the holidays. If this is like your family, this will be VERY helpful...

How To Survive A Family Christmas (Seasonal: Seasonal Humour)

Hot Minute

2009-12-10T10:03:00.002-07:00

For the life of me, I do not understand the phrase hot minute. I even Urban Dictionaried it, and i am still lost.
"Gawd boy, haven't seen you in a hot minute!"... wtf? I know what this is TRYING to say, but that makes no damn sense.
I understand HOT. Temperature we are all familiar with.
and I also understand MINUTE. Amount of time we all understand. But how on earth does a hot minute mean a lengthy amount of time?! Apparently this is commonly used, and apparently this is the sequence:

MINUTE= its been a long time. (longer than 60 seconds, but not 'hot minute' length. assuming this means days) ex- "Haven't been there in a minute"...meaning 3 days. (??)

HOT MINUTE= its been a LONG time. (seems to be weeks or months?) ex-"I have eaten a push up pop in a hot minute"... meaning months.

-when i hear someone say 'minute' I auto-think of a 60 second time frame. When referring to days, why not say "I have not heard from you in days?" Soooo much less confusing, and the un-ghetto can follow what you are trying to say.-

I first came across this statement when someone facebooked me and told me they had not "talked to me in a minute." immediately I looked at my phone to see if I had accidentally text this person. nope. Confused, I let it go.
Let it go until yesterday when I came across another confusing facebook incident. This was the "boy I have not seen you in a hot minute." That's when it clicked. Stupidest saying ever is a popular one. and I cant for the life of me understand where it came from, or how it makes sense.

Perhaps next I will see that a "cold second" means a years length of time.

Just confused. Anyone have any information on this stupid phrase? You will never catch me saying it in any kind of seriousness.

Suggestions?

2009-12-01T23:05:00.003-07:00

I need help. I can't balance. This is the third time I am writing this blog because i need to vent, and don't need to ramble. I need ideas.

I am stressed. FAR more stressed on a daily basis then i need to be. I don't have a stressful life: I am happy, I am in love and am loved in return. I have a home, a family, and fabulous friends whom I think the world of. I, overall, like my job and make more money than i pay in bills, and although I am not making lots of money, I am able to go out, take the boyfriend out and pay, see my friends, afford a day off, etc...

these things are not stressful.

But I am stressed. Little things. Big things. I don't have enough time in the day.

I already don't sleep- I never have been good at it. You lose hours of the day you could utilize to your benefit, you miss things.. you wake up and have to "catch up" on whatever happened while you were out. from the person next to you in your bed, to the tsunami across the world... you don't know what happens when you sleep and that really bugs me.

lately I am so burnt out and exhausted that I fall asleep. I then get sad at myself because that is the opposite of how i want to spend my time. that is exactly what i have always hated about sleeping. I sleep only because you have to. end of story.

YOU CAN SLEEP WHEN YOU ARE DEAD.

And because I load my days full, it eventually catches up with me at the end of the week and I dont have the time or the energy to do the things i want to do (to the extend i want to do them) i am MORE stressed.

Stress brings on more migraines. migraines result in more sleeping. HATE that.

Stress brings on tears, those suck. If i even think about crying, my eyes puff up. not cute. you've all seen the photos.

Stress gets in my way of my good time. I have had a breakdown 3 times in the last 2 weeks. That is so unlike me. I think i have pinpointed an anxiety problem.

One of the many things my body is messed up with, i will ask the doctor about it Tuesday. I know if i sleep more, i will have the energy to do the things i want to do, but it just isn't working that way. and i get all anxious and freaked out when it doesn't. and i want to spend all my free time clearing out any possible things i would have to do on the 2 days i get to see the boyfriend, so i can see him. then i am so flipping tired I cant do that right.

Why can't I space my time out? WHY is everything so imperative to me that it has to be done NOW? i mean, i am efficient... i do have that going for me. but seriously, there has to be a way to balance the fun things, the things you need to do, the sleeping, all the things at work...

More to come after the doctor. my prediction: he tells me to start getting some sleep. FML

Its the Most Wonderful Time of the Year!

2009-11-23T16:04:00.004-07:00

'Tis the season friends! It is time.

All year round, out of everything there is to do in the fabulous city of ours, we have reached my favorite.

WINTER GARDEN aGLOW

out at the Botanical Gardens, it opens Thanksgiving day!

$6.00 for adults, $4.00 for kids.

the ENTIRE place is Christmas lights.

*There are barrel fires throughout the whole thing*

** Its absolutely beautiful. **

...If you feel like it, you can plan it right and be there a night there is caroling through out for your listening pleasures (not every night), or a night that Santa is there (for the littles)

If you have never been, I highly suggest you go. Its rad(There are cookies/hot coco/and the like for donations i believe, in a heated tent)

ALSO OF NOTE: Holiday Lights Tours are up and running once we get into December. This is fun too. if you don't want to pay for a seat, I have just driven behind the train and followed them on the tour. not as fun, but doable.

Enough is Enough

2009-11-17T13:13:00.003-07:00

You have GOT to be kidding me. There is a serious rodent problem at my house and the landlord has still done nothing about it.
"Its that time of year."
"Its an old house."
"Its ok, it will clear itself up."...Its bullshit, actually.
Its Nasty, dirty, and NOT ok. more than a year there has been rodent issues. Sorry, but it wasn't cold this summer when Randy moved in.
I'm not kidding, fix it. You can't refuse to let me move out AND refuse to come over and fix the broken roof/ceiling/etc that is letting our little "friends" in.
I cant afford new food every time a squirrel wants to eat in my kitchen.
I cant afford MORE mouse traps. plus its sad. and did i mention nasty?
Cleaning supplies, i can get more of course, but with what money?
I've lost it.
I looked into this, thanks to a few helpful people. You are actually breaking a few rules here, landlord man.
Its a fun area to live, but not at the expense of these guys:

IgniteBoise,Please

2009-11-12T09:51:00.012-07:00

Today is the day. IgniteBoise3. #IB3.

I am excited and thrilled to see all the presentations of those whom already are my friends, and also for the presentations from those who I have not had the pleasure of meeting to date.

I think being an IgniteBoise presenter automatically says something about you. I am jealous, amazed, and intrigued by the Boiseans who have already had their 5 minutes, and of those who tonight will have their 5 minutes. What a cool deal.

I desperately want to be one of YOU. You being those talented, witty, together folk who speak to the rest of us. My problem, I can not decide what I like or know enough about, that could possibly IGNITE BOISE.

I know I like lots of things. I know I know lots of things. I am not afraid to talk, and telling a room full of people 20 slides of whatever I want sounds like something right up my ally. People have told me:

"do something funny."

"Do something witty."

"Karlee, just do it about something you care about."

...well, duh. I just don't know what I care about enough to tell all of you about. Funny, or not. I.Just.Don't.Know. And this leads me to wonder if the fact that I don't know what I care about that much is the problem. I am sure I can think of things I care about, but really, I doubt my future Boise friends want to hear about my pet pig I had once. And my already-Boise friends know about my pet pig. hmm.

What on earth would the rest of you want to hear about? I have looked at what has already been done and wondered why I didn't think of that, or acknowledged that I could think of something good. Really, its not rocket science. It boils down to what you like and know enough to tell other people about.

I like lots of things. I really like Holidays. I really like people. I really like eavesdropping- Not good topics.

I really like Boise, food/beer, and vacationing- (don't we all)

hmmmmm again....

I took a twitterfriend's advice and checked out some of the other city's Ignite web pages:

IgnitePortland

IgniteSeattle!

IgniteBoulder

IgniteChicago

(not to be confused with Ignite Chicago the christian music festival... I certainly was confused. not so much my bag, baby.)

They have had some rad stuff there too.

Overall, I am impressed with anyone who has been able to get something together.

Then, it comes to the slides part: thank the heavens above that I know enough people to help me there. I'll go ahead and consider that part of it 'done'.

Needless to say, I am going to start now on thinking of a topic for a future IgniteBoise. Its something I want to do. Maybe I can get my shit together enough for the next one. I certainly will be there tonight to root on my friends/presenters. They are the best!

...and I hope everyone who can, plans to attend. It's really something. I certainly 'like' and 'became a fan' of it.

Lets Ignite Boise, please.

I Wasn't Always a Genius

2009-11-09T16:43:00.002-07:00

Spelling=never been my forte.
It still is not, and I will be the first to admit that.
Here is proof in a story I wrote in one of my later grade school years-verbatim. Even down to the poor, poor punctuation skills.

Shannon and I were walking down the street on Halloween night. It was eeriley quiet. The moon was full and casting an orangish color on the world below. We were feeling a bit un easy when I looked up, and…
A dark cloud covered up the moon lit. it began to rain.
We saw a barn, and went inside for shelter. The bard doors slammed shutt, and shooke the barn. It was pitch black, and we were dreanched. I spotted a light at the other end of the barn. “Lets go.” I exclaimed. We started walking we started walking when Shannon fell a hole. I contued walking. When I reached the light I said…
Darn! “it’s a stupid light bulb!”.
I then turned around and saw no Shannon behind me. I turned and started to re trace my steps. I endedup falling down the hole Shannon fell down. “Oups!!” “I landed on Shannon’s head.” “Where have you been.!” Shannon asked. “Looking for you!” I said. We started walking to find a way out. It got darker, and darker as we walked. Then not knowing it was going to happen we both smaked into Jamie! “Ouch!” we all said. “Who is that?” asked Jamie. Shannon said “Shannon.” I said “me”. Jamie said “Who is me?” “Karlee” said Shannon. We all stood up and got our ballance. Then we held hands and contued to find our way out. As befor it got darker, and darker as we walked. Then we found a hole on the roof with a latter going up it. “Horrahh!” we all cried. We climbed up and found our selvs back on the other end of the barn. We desided that we would leave As we walked Jamie stepped on a box, and the doors slammed open. As the bright light streemed in on us (from the moon) our eye’s opened wideley. Then as we stepped out Dracula came from knowere and then trapped us. We figured out that it must be somebody. It was The Dracula ran away laughing. We all started home, and ate until we were full.
The End

This, this is why i rely on those damn red wigglies. Thank you word. Thank you spell check.

Germ Free

2009-11-06T16:44:00.007-07:00

I love hand sanitizer. In every form i have come across.
I have a bottle: in my purse, by my work computer, in my room, in my backpack, and in my car.

I have the wipes in my car and home.

I have the spray kind in my back-up purse, and the middle console of my vehicle.

I desperately try not to open doors with my bare hands. I use my sleeve if its not a push door.

I flush public bathroom toilets with my shoes. This has led me to REALLY appreciate automatic flush toilets. Because some of those stalls are not so big, and some of my outfits don't leave me to be quite so flexible.

I take the paper towel i dry my hands with to the door with me, open the door with the paper towel, and hold the door open with my foot so I can throw away the paper towel.

I don't hold railings when I walk down stairs (hence my knee brace/terrible fall down a flight of stairs a few months back)

...I can't count how many times I use hand sanitizer. I know it only kills surface germs, and not even %100.00. In no way am I suggesting you should replace appropriate hand washing with using and form of hand sanitizer.
But let me tell you:
When you are at Albertsons and the cart guy is three knuckles deep in his own nose WHILE taking all the carts back inside- you want sanitizer.

...or when someone comes into your office and sneezes or wipes their nose and then touches your desk, or your flyers, or your hands- you want sanitizer.

This is my favorite kind of Hand Sanitizer:

Purell with Aloe and Vitamin E. It kills %99.99 of germs without water. In turn, it has the added Aloe and E to help your hands. Because, trust me I know, this sh*t drys your hands out. I love it, I do, but it is not the most moisturizing product I have come across.

It does specify on the back that it is "intended and recommended for repeated use." not sure what Purell's definition of "repeated" is... somehow I think its not every few minutes. BUT, regardless...

Here are two fabulous examples of the germs on your hands:

You touch a million things every day. If you cough on your hands and flip on a light switch-your cough is now on the light switch.

If you open a door that someone slimmed, then you answer my phone... then random person slime is now on my phone. I then use my phone. Its disgusting people.

When you cough or sneeze- for god's sake, do it into your arm. Covering your mouth with your hands is just as gross as not covering at all! (well, maybe not JUST as gross- but close)

If you are a nose picker- heaven forbid you break that nasty habit- wash your hands after.

ALWAYS wash your hands after the bathroom.

I KID YOU NOT: I overheard this conversation in a public bathroom in Boise:

girl 1: You Gonna wash your hands?

girl 2: The sticker says all employees must wash their hands. I don't work here and am just going back to my table.

- YOU KIDDING ME?! SICK! yes, going back to your table but touching a hundred things that I, or someone else, might touch on the way back to our tables!

(... hence the paper towel to open the door and the sanitizer in the purse thing.)

come on kids:

Germ Free is the way to be!

carry your sanitizer.

I Give To You...

2009-11-04T14:43:00.002-07:00

Anyone who comes & buys a drink @owyheeplaza in the Lounge for 1st Thursday (November 5, 2009)- ask the bartender for a business card. Some lucky people will get a card that’s good for one free drink to cash in another night! Hope your card is a lucky one! The losing cards will say “You Lose”. You must buy a drink from our bar to receive a card, and you have to come back another night to use it. That’s the rules.

See you tomorrow!

(thanks for the input @LGM1 and @Daveredford)

My Roommate Randy

2009-11-04T10:28:00.003-07:00

Squirrels. I don't love them, but I didn't hate them until a few months ago.

And up until last Monday, a squirrel was the only thing I had ever hit with my car. I even cried. His poor head was crushed into the street and he was still trying to run. Frightening prospect, having your head stuck to the street. Either way, I always thought squirrels were cute. Turns out, they are the Mona Lisa of outdoor animals. Cute is from a distance ONLY.

Some of you may recall this story from this last spring/summer.

I live in the North end, and I love it. This last spring, my roommate Kyle was on a back yard kick. And everyday he would take a coffee tin of peanuts outside, and place them on the fence for the squirrels. One squirrel, he would come back every time. So what did Kyle do?... put the peanuts closer... like on the bar. and the picnic table. Sure enough, the squirrel liked us. He started showing up for snack time, so what did Kyle do then? name him.

Randy. The fat squirrel who came over everyday to play with Kyle and have peanuts. Randy even got so comfortable, I believe he would take peanuts from Kyle's hands. (I probably would have fed Randy too- if I wasn't allergic to 99% of our world.)

Well, of course the day would come when Randy realized he didn't need Kyle. Randy took it upon himself to chew the plastic lid off the coffee tin and eat the peanuts himself!

This is when the trouble began.

Then we started to notice things in the cupboards that were spilled. Now, I didn't think much of this. flower bags break. Bisquick falls out of the box. Dry cereal spills. Bags of chocolate chips eat themselves... wait WHAT?!

Missing food+ unknown messes+ sounds like someone is in the ceiling can only = one thing... Randy made it inside.

We could not figure it out either. No holes outside we could see. and upon investigation, we found out that the real ceiling- above the ceiling tiles, was unfinished. as well as the cupboards- there was no top board above the top shelf. open to the world above. dang.

Well, this led to Randy using the plastic sheet ceiling tiles (the ones that cover where the fluorescent lights are) as his bathroom area.

We would come home and the clear plastic would be more pee-colored with little brown dots. and those dots were NOT dead flys people. Randy poo.

This got old FAST. All food items in the cupboards that were not in tin cans were gone. And washing ceiling tiles is not the most fun past time.

We figured, if we didn't put food in the cupboards, he would not have anything to eat, and go back outside.

Then came the foot prints in the butter on the counter. Not Kidding.

Randy, the little devil, figured out how to OPEN then cupboard doors from the inside. there for, all food no in the refrigerator was in danger.

Next comes the day I go home for lunch and Randy is hanging out on the couch. Apparently my house was as much his now as it was mine. He didn't think I'd be home for hours, so naturally, i scared the shit out of him. literally.

As Randy ran back into the kitchen, into the cupboard, up into the ceiling, and back outside, he left remains like a damn bread crumb trail... Apparently Randy read Hansel and Gretel.

I freaked. Called the land lord and told him about the new roommate- our problem he said.

So we buy Rat traps. I am going to make living with me as hard as possible for this guy. My dad helps me set them up in the ceiling and sure enough they all go off- all the treats in them gone, and no Randy. pretty sure he is laughing at me at this point.

We re-set the rat traps and the next time I get him! I even poked him with a broom to make sure...yeah- not moving.

So i call the dad and he comes to remove the expired roommate. Well, Randy was just playing dead- probably another trick he picked up. So after attacking my dad's arm, peeing all over his business suit and my kitchen- Randy makes it back to safety. grrrrr.....

That night, I woke up middle of the night as I routinely do. Only to find Randy at the foot of my bed- plotting my murder I assume. And he hissed at me. AT ME. sorry for invading your space Randy. (those are some territorial creatures...)

This is when we have to upgrade. Its time for a live trap. One big enough to catch a skunk is needed, seeing as Randy grew to the size of a dog now- with all the human food at his hands.

We bait it, set it, and wait. I am pretty sure Randy read a book on what those were and would never go near it. But then came the day we heard it slam shut! Trapped! FINALLY!

Randy was freaking. that sugar-crazed squirrel from Over The Hedge?!... that was actually Randy. With the help of my parents, we get the squirrel out of the ceiling, take the trap to the river, and set him free. I have never seen something move so fast.

Randy hasn't been back. but just to make sure, I throw things and chase away every squirrel that I see. No new roommates.

I Will Fight You

2009-11-02T09:24:00.004-07:00

I will begin by just briefly recapping the beginning of the night:

Halloween+costumes+DRINKS+parties+downtown+friends= so far so good.

...Then we decide to switch location and hit up the Bad Irish to see what they have to bring to the Halloween Night plate of good times.

B.U.S.Y. THAT is what they had.

But we stay. Fight our way to the bar and i ordered 6 shots, 4 beers, and 1 whisky on ice. (no, not ALL for me)

Immediately, the frustration of a busy bar/waiting in line for drinks for a hundred hours starts to diminish. We are all having a good time.

Then, of COURSE, i have to pee. now, Ashley had already used the bathroom and informed me that the line was long. and lord almighty, it was.

First, i approach the security guard man standing in front of the no-line, men's bathroom.

"security guard man, Hi. can i PLEASE go in there. I cant hold it."-me

"No, you can't. If I let every girl into this bathroom because there was no line, then lines out both bathrooms would be equally long."-security guard man.

(F THAT-sorry but each line would be 1/2 as long as the one coming out the girls bathroom, but whatever) i sense that he is not budging, and frankly i do have to use the urination station so bad that i actually cant stand there and argue.

so i go get in the back of the line and wait.

...and wait... and wait... and holy crap WAIT. this is taking forever.

FINALLY i get into the bathroom-still in line, mind you- and see what the problem is. there is only one stall being used. the larger stall has two girls in it, drunk, and just talking. TALKING. and i am about to pee my witch tights. SO I asked the person a few in front of me in line and sure enough, those girls have not come out for 30 minutes.

annoyed, i change my focus back to "holding it." then, the girl in front of me finally get her turn.

aaand great- she needs to puke, not pee. Mother of god i cant wait another second.

SO i bang on the stall with the 2 girls in it.

~"Hey ladies, can you please talk outside the bathroom, I kinda need to use it."

(this is me being nice)

~"You gotta F*ck*ng problem?!" (this is her being nice, i think)

-and here we go-

~"Yes actually, I do. I am going to pee on the floor if i don't get to a toilet. You are not even

using the bathroom-that is my problem. Time to move on" ( I am starting to heat up at this point- reminder: I now had my first drink over 12 hours ago)

... at this point, me and psycho chick start arguing pretty profusely. exact wording here gets a little fuzzy but i pretty much say "dont make me" and she says "brang it, b*tch." Really, all i want to do is use the bathroom and all she wants to do is piss me off.

Success on her part.

Finally her friend opens the stall door, grabs the girl i am arguing with by the arm and says "Like, fine- come on, lets just go somewhere else."

So i say "Like yes, finally"- ... I did the ditsy head flip and all.

well... then the girl throws her shoulder into mine as she walks by me, smacking me up against the wall. that action never fails to really piss me off.

WTF- so i shove the crap out of her, smashing her into the door of the bathroom stall.

Insta-silence through out the bathroom. This, in turn , really fired her up. Coming at me again, her friend grabs her.

"Seriously, I am going to pee, THEN kick your *ss if you touch me again" I say. ( Order of actions makes sense to me.)

...so i do my biz and leave the bathroom, only to be greeted by someone I don't know, saying "I heard you just got in a fight in the bathroom. right on- she left."

"Yes, i did- thank you very much. " (like she could have done any damage to me wearing that hooker costume she had on.)

grabbing a drink, i walk back to my friends, only to be greeted with praise from Stina- she understood 100%.

Burley Experience #1

2009-10-26T16:14:00.004-06:00

Hey boyfriend- this is the story I told you I would post instead of tell you...

Let me begin by letting everyone know that i used to have a TERRIBLE habit of locking my keys in my car. Everyone knew i did it. In the ignition, leaving them on the seat, setting them in the cup holder, etc...

I went through remade car key's like no body's business. Covered myself with road tar one time looking under my car for a spare key i forgot we had already used and i lost.

Now, travel with me friends, back to my junior year of highschool. Me and my friend Brianne wanted real bad to go to Burley on Friday night. You are probably asking yourselves: "Why Burley?" and that is a great question... Because I wont lie, I can't remember. Whatever it was, it was gonna be fun though- I promise you this. I think we were going to visit a friend of ours for the night and Color. I don't know, could have been anything.

Either way- both sets of parents said no. No reason to go, stay in town. BOOO that.

Feeling daring (as we know I still am)... we lie. LIE! (poor idea kids.)

... I tell my parents I'm at her house, she tells her parents shes at my house... we load up my car and peace out. Burley...you crazy town you... Here-We-Come!

ok, we're there now. We meet whoever it was for dinner in some diner. WOAH CRAZY. I know, I was getting out of hand. Next thing i know, we are getting phone calls and text messages from Brianne's parents. They did not beat around the bush by saying :"you two better not have gone to Burley. you have 2 hours to get back here and prove you are in town or we are calling Karlee's parents." (my parents were the harsher set of the two.) WFT?! someone leaked to their parents we went there and apparently parents call parents.

SO we are left with nothing left to do but GTFO. Instantly Brianne is buckling and cracking under the pressure. I tell her that this gives us 2 hours to think of a story what we were doing. All's i gotta do is get gas (yep- on E), and we can go.

so what do i do?! pull into the gas station and pump away. Brianne goes to the bathroom. I hurry and need to go inside to pay (since its after dark) and so i lock my car real quick... and- WAIT?! LOCK MY CAR?!

.... yeah- keys in ignition. you have got to be kiddin me!

So, now lets review:

I owe the gas station $30.00 of the $40.00 I have

My car is RUNNING, and locked us out in the gas station.

Its after dark, Friday night, in BURLEY IDAHO.

= no one to come UN lock it. especially when i can only pay $10.00.

=screwed.

=Brianne's crying.

Now, being the shy person I am, this leaves me to go into the gas station to ask for help. the line is long to get to the counter, so I just went and stood on it. I announced to the Gas station that I needed to get my car unlocked NOW, and needed ideas?

then, little beard-touching-the-ground man (with the dirtiest fingernails i have seen to date) pipes in: "Hey, i gotta slim jim in the back of my truck." Dirty old man immediately became dirty best friend.

Total time it takes him the time to finish his Hamms, get the slim jim, and break in=40 minutes.

SNAP! this left me with 1 hour and 20 minutes to get back to Boise.

I cut in line again, throw my $40.00 onto the counter and tell them to give the change to the old man, and we fly home. literally, i got air over some of those little highway hills. (I know i was speeding, but that's in the past.)

Between the stress you could taste in the car, my friend freaking and crying that we are "going to be in so much trouble, and my brain trucking away to decide the plan of action, I hate to admit i made it to Edwards Cinema 21 in a little over an hour. (oops- i promise i don't drive like that anymore)

Now you are probably wondering, why Edwards?! here was my plan: and it worked flawlessly:

*I parked and we left our cell phones in the car.

*Again, i locked the keys in the car. (on purpose this time)

*We went in , picked a movie fitting the right time, went and bought a drink from Moxie Java, and borrowed their phone to call her parents.

of course, it is hilarious that i locked my keys in my car, and that's why we didn't get the messages. of course. so they come get us, drive me to my house so i can get a spare key, drive me back to Edwards and i drive me and my friend back to their house for the night.

I don't think i have lied since, and felt real bad, but what else was there to do? and they bought it.

Karlee May... has a terrorist ring to it, yes?

2009-09-28T13:42:00.008-06:00

True Story: (as are all my blog posts. just sayin')

A few years ago, perhaps '06 or '07, I took my boyfriend at the time (for the sake of the story we'll call him Fish) to Vegas for his birthday to see his favorite show, among other things. It was 100% a surprise trip. I called into his boss and secretly requested he have the time off. The day before the trip I told him what kind of weather to and how many days to pack for.

He didn’t know where we were going until we got to the Boise Airport, and again didn’t know what for until the night that I had tickets to the show, etc...

Anyway, we had a fun few *spendy* days in good ol' Las V and alas, it was time to head back to Boise.

We get to the airport, and I am immediately sad at how much busier it is than BOI. So we wait...and wait.... and wait in line for the security check. FINALLY we get to the front of the line to go through the beeper/scanner/"take-off-your-shoes-because-of-course-your-walking-on-your-bomb" area. I walk up to security man first... good to go. Then fish.

Immediately security man tells me to hold it. (yes he says "hold it"... of course initially I am thinking "hold what?!"...realizing he means "hold on.")

Fish's ID was expired according to Nevada Travel Law. Not Idaho, Nevada.

Apparently this means, yes, we are considered High Terrorist Threats.

Now, I am not sure how many of you have been considered High Terrorist Threats, but let me tell you-NO GOOD.

We both had to be police escorted down another aisle-past everyone who is waiting in line who now THINKS we are terrorists-, down another long hall, and into a funky room. In said room is a giant glass tank(for lack of a better word), and the ONLY other people besides us, police, and more police, is a family of 5 looking/sounding to be straight from Afghanistan. #SNAP! #RUDE

.. Again we wait in line. And my clothes go into a third line, to be swabbed and tested and picked at for god knows what. So in my line, of course ladies first, they instruct me to take off most my clothes (YEP!) and step into the glass tank. I have to stand with my feet EXACTLY on the footprints, hold my hands EXACTLY where it is marked. Doing so, the bomb test begins. My entire body got blasted from every direction by air bullets! One air bullet hit me on the top of the head, flipping a piece of my hair into my eyes. So what do I do?! I blow the hair chuck off my face. Bad Idea. This set off all the alarms in the tank. By blowing the hair off my face and out of my eyes, apparently I could have been telling my inner bomb to not go off.
So AGAIN I get metal baton-ed as I stand there practically naked -arms up in the air, legs spread, the alarms are going off and everyone is staring at me. (I consider what I was wearing to be naked considering I was in the middle of an airport- I want to clarify I was not 100% literally in my birthday suit.)
The baton does not pick up any bomb signs so I have to go back into the glass tank. This time they ask me if I understand them when they tell me not to move a god d*mn inch. Yep- pretty sure I freakin get that at this point.
... Much to my surprise (NOT) they re-air bullet test me, finish testing my clothes and decide I was not a threat to THIS flight. (I say THIS flight because there is more...)

They give Fish a similar test and tell us never to travel with an expired ID again. They let us go and escort us to our gate. Funny, the person I was right behind before being escorted away was waiting at the same gate to come home! The area we were standing cleared out pretty dang fast. This one punk kid asked me what we got in trouble for, and I said they thought we were terrorists because of an expired ID not to worry, I was BOMB FREE! *This is not to be mistaken with that I am "the bomb"*

... No issues on flights until...
This last spring I decided to go to the lovely Kauai, Hawaii with a friend of mine. Way back to Idaho, I AGAIN had to go to a special screening. They tested my shoes, clothes, and items in my carry on quite the same way as they did in the city that never sleeps. Coincidence?! I think not.

My friends, I am THE BOMB.

Allergic to Life

2009-09-25T10:26:00.015-06:00

...It was mentioned again the other night that I am Allergic To Life. Yes, I know I am. Some of you are starting to pick up on it too :)

Just for the sheer fun of things, here is yet ANOTHER example of this:

This November will be the 2 year anniversary of losing my face. Honest. I purchased and wore (like the fun, team spirit girl I am) the Sticks of Blue & Orange face paint from the BSU Bronco Shop, so i could show my school spirit at a home game. I wore it right under my eyes- traditional "war paint" styyle...

about end of first quarter i started to itch...

and right about 1/2 time, my friend told me I really should "Look in the mirror."

Needless to say, I did. AND immediatly went home to take the paint off.

(*Here we go- brace yourselves*)

This is the moment I literally wiped off my face.

It hurt more than it even looks like it did.

This is one side of my face, about 6 hours after. It gets worse...

This is a "morning after" shot. I woke up and yes, I had 3rd degree burns on both my cheeks.

This is the Right side 3rd degree burn. Day 2

This is the Left Side 3rd Degree Burn...

Yes, This is 3 MONTHS after. I could not wash my face for the entire healing time. Had to wear NO makeup-None-all i got to do was put the prescription from my doctor on it and i could put straight Vitamin-E oil to keep it from pulling and scaring. I had to sit there and let the scabs come off "at their own will." (THAT is disgusting, i know)

-It took off all my freckles (no worry they are back now).

-I STILL can not put my face under hot water.

-I didnt scar (thank goodness), but its still sensitive.
-It took 6 months to heal completely and my cheeks still hurt. Certain products

~Allergic to Life~

I HIT WHAT?!

2009-09-11T09:53:00.004-06:00

This morning while getting my coffee so I could be uber productive at work, i met in the hall a face Icould not place. (Hate it when that happens, by the by.) He obviously recognized me as well, and as we walked past each other with a mere "good morning" I started to put the ol' thinkin cap on. It can be extremely difficult to place someone when they are out of their normal areas, not going to lie. ...SO as I grab my straw it hits me. That was the dude from the horrible 7-11 slurpee run! Having just talked about my need to blog last night while wine&gaming with my friends, I thought this was someone up there's way of saying- tell THAT story. so now ya get it:

A few summers ago I got a narsty case of the strep. Staying home and resting OBVIOUSLY didn’t do the trick, so I took my better shoulder angel's advice and went to party the sick right out. That night=fun. Next morning=not so much. Felt like a million people scraped my throat with forks. Remedy for swollen, sore throat?!... SLURPEE.

So, i grab my roommate at the time and we hung-overly walk to my car to drive to the 7-11. Get there, and as I am pulling in to the 2nd spot from the left, I notice homeless man sitting on curb. and he has the look of fear on his dirty weathered face. Doing the extremely noticeable :look-at-me, look-at-the-car, look-at-me" thing with his head, I look at my roommate and ask her wtf is going on with curb-man. I decide to go with my better judgment and still get out to get a slurpee. When I stand up out of my car, the homeless guy points at my car and literally says
"WHAT THE F*CK DID YOU HIT?!"
... guy could tell I am super confused at this point and so he shakes his finger at my car and says "DID YOU HIT SOMEONE?"

Spinning around I look at my car. Sure as shit there is a crap ton of HAIR coming out of the tire well and across the lower side of the car. Not going to lie, i freaked.
Immediately I start running through the night.
*did I let someone drive my car?...no
*did I drive my car after drinking downtown? ....NO
*does someone have the other set of keys?...NO!
*Did I see any dead animals around my car this morning?...NO!!

... I am at a loss and I did not know what to do. But there is no doubt that there is blond hair all over my business.
Extremely out of it I walk into the gas station to collect my thoughts and figure out what to do.
shaking=check.
crying=check.
worried=check. WTF!
... that’s when the guy from the coffee shop this morning comes into play. HE was the cashier.
He sees me freaking and does the "ma'am, is there something Ican help you with?"
of course, I say, "there is something on my car. I think I hit something, but I cant remember. "
then I tell him the curb man pointed it out and says it looks like human hair and I was freaking too much to check it out and i asked the cashier what I should do. He jumps the counter and runs out there, and honest to god covers his mouth and turns away. I thought he was going to throw up. He turns back around, kneels down, and sticks his hand up under the car and starts pulling out the hair. and more hair and more hair and finally, a piece of the source of the hair.
A freaking Barbi head.
OMG
i ran over a clan of barbies and their stupid plastic hair static stuck to my car. Cashier starts crying he’s laughing so hard. really, everyone starts laughing...except me. all I can think is "you have GOT to be kidding me."

Cashier guy gave me my slurpee for free that day. the jumbo size in a Simpson's squishee collectors cup. Still have the cup.
I hate barbies.

I was THAT guy

2009-08-27T15:00:00.003-06:00

I just got off the phone with my lovely mother. She was telling me about how at the gas station just now, someone put a lit cigarette into the trash can and the whole think went up in flames! had to shut off all the pumps, scream, run to back of the store and crouch down into the "buildings gonna blow" position, cry, say good-bye.... the whole bit.

For peace of mind- it was fine. They got the fire out, and there were no explosions.

But talking to her did remind me of a little mishap i had in Utah a few years back. It goes a little something like this-

My good friends and I were having our usual summer camping/Lagoon trip. We go down every year for camping, Lagooning, Salt Lake "Night Clubbing", etc. This particular year there were many of us, and so we had a whole train of cars. We decided it was time for everyone to fill up the ol gas tankers. So we pulled into some Utah Shat hole of a gas station and did our business.

I, naturally, was the first one in line for gas, and so as a result was the first one of our party to hear the pump turn itself off cuz my baby was full.

We had some planning to do, so as i washed my windows and my fellow compadres and I mapped out who would lead and where we were going type stuff for the remainder of said day.

Approximately 15 minutes went by and we were all ready to hit the open road.

Casey, my favorite co-pilot, jumped into shot-gun and off we go...o...OOH!

WTF was that?!

I looked at Casey who was crying. And might I add not tears of sad. Tears of sheer immediate laughter. i turned around and, yep, i didnt take the pump out of my car.

Gas door lid still open.

Hose detached from pump.

Hose lying on nasty now gas-covered concrete.

Dont worry, i knew exactly what i needed to do. DRIVE AWAY and fast! And so we did.

No one contacted me. i figured if it was important they would use their cameras and check my license plates. Musta notta been too bigga deal.

But yep, i was THAT guy.

Epitomy of Fat, and i didnt fight back.

2009-07-28T16:39:00.012-06:00

***I first must clarify that none of the following situations are to be taken as me being rude or racist. These are all accurate stories, mearly repeating was was said to me. read at your own risk.***

These are the 3, count them THREE, times i didnt fight back. normally i am not the girl to let it slide (if you will). i am a mind speaker, and a fire-it-backer. i blame the following instances on being 100% caught of guard.

SITUATION 1) picture driving for 8 hours with all the windows down, in abnormally hot heat for the time of year. you are driving to go camping. you are with your friends, none of whome you need to impress. You reach your destination, and immediatly realize if you do not go to the bathroom to relieve yourself, you will be relieving yourself right where you stand. so you sort of book-it to the camp bathrooms and an overly made up (dare i say) tramp takes one look at you disgusted and says "you may want to put your hair up in a pony-tail. i would even let you have a hair tie. it doesnt look good" ...yes, this happened to me.

SITUATION 2) Imagine yourself falling down a flight of stairs. (yes, some of you recall this happening to me). You then have to escort yourself to the doctor to have xrays to determine how serious the situation is. You are in the xray room with the stupid xray lady, who OBVIOUSLY forgets you are already in severe pain, and is twisting your shit around like its fine. First she tells you "go ahead and put on that extra lead jacket, we want to protect the baby." you shrug this off as her horribly tactless way of asking you if you are pregnant (you know they have to ask by law, so you shrug it off since your knee is broken and thats more important.) You tell her your "not pregnant, but will wear whatever I need to, lets just get this thing rolling". She then drops everything and says "...are you SURE you are not pregnant?!" ...thinking to yourself , you say "yes i am sure." Nurse then continues to say "well wear it anyway, i think you may be pregnant and so we will take the precautions just in case, and you may want to double check on that." ...yes, this happened to me.

SITUATION 3) you are trying on tall, zip up boots in target. it is fall, you have never owned a pair of knee high zip up boots (you know, the kind everyone has), and although you will never wear them outside anyclothing to show how hooker-high they are, you want them for under your pants. just to have. so anyway, you are trying on boots. immediately after putting on the first boot, you realize your calf-to-foot proportions are not ideal. you go for it anyway. as you squat there and discretely struggle to zip them up around your leg, the smallest, skinniest, LOUDEST chinese woman rounds the aisle. pointing dead at you with her long finger, and grabbing her friend by the arm, she yells " SEE, I TOLD YOU! 'DEES AMERICANS EAT TOO MUCH!!" yeah... this happened to me.

~perhaps i should have just posted this under " I Swaer This Shit Only Happens To Me".

... or perhaps thats waht I should have just called the whole blog~

I Swear this Sh*t Only Happens To Me

2009-07-21T08:53:00.009-06:00

We started out this last Sunday going to the beach for the day. After drinking everything that we brought, and sitting out what i feel was the closest thing to a sand storm in the Sahara that i will ever be in, we decided that we had been there long enough and it was time to go back to town.

In walking back to the car, we over hear the blondest barbi i've ever met in real live say to her friend "OH MY GAAWWWWD, THIS WOULD BE THE BEST PLACE FOR MY SENIOR PHOTOS..." Point taken. So my friends and i decide that it would be a good idea to take as MANY senior photos on the wat back to the car as possible.

(I feel that we may have had far too good of a time with this. actual "senior Photos" can be found on my facebook page, under photo album name "Senior Photooos" )

being the excellent cameraman that i am, i thought i would back up against this wooden/cable railing to really get a great position for the next shot. The railing's purpose was for keeping everyone/everything from tumbling down the mountain and into the small rocky creak below. Point is, as i back up i lean up SLIGHTLY against the railing.

Apparently i am either the girl who is heavier than she thinks she is and i didnt realize that the wet, old railing could NOT support my weight, OR i am the girl who only thinks things half way through before beginning them, but immediately i feel the middle cable behind me slip further and further from my back, and my body involintairly begins to head much further backwards than i would have wanted. Thinking that the middle cable was just loose, and being the quick thinker we all know i am, i grab the highest cable to pull myself back toward safety. Turns out more than just the middle cable was loose. my sliding out of control body weight actually ripped the entire last post from the ground, and so in grabbing the cable, it just slid through ALL the remaining standing posts, giving me enough slack to fall to my death.

i try to throw my body onto the pavement path as to NOT fall down the hill covered in every plant Oregon has to offer my allergic self. But, alas, I threw myself to the pavement a little to late, for i was already far to far away from it. SO i tangle myself up in the cables and somehow suspend myself mid way down.

*STUCK IN CABLE CORDS HALF WAY DOWN A MOUNTAIN= CHECK

*CRYING FROM LAUGHING AND BEING IN AN ASTRONOMICAL AMOUNT OF PAIN=CHECK

*ALL MY FRIENDS TAKING PICTURES OF ME BEFORE HELPING ME=CHECK

*ALL PASSING PEOPLE ASKING ME IF I FELL, OR DID I KNOW I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO GO DOWN THERE, BUT NOT HELPING ME UP=CHECK.

i am just far enough down the cliff that just lifting me is not a possibility.

...so i hang there. literally.

...until we derive another method of getting me back up.

Friends stand on the cables further down the path to make the ones i am tangled in (and hanging onto) tight enough to make me a little higher up and so i can sort of hoist myself up a little and use my free leg and my arms to untrap my right thigh. While i do this, my other friend lifts me up from under my armpits, becuse i was now high enough that she could reach me. Together we use our weight and pull me from cable cord cliff hell, and back to beaten path forest safety.

SUCCESS! ...sort of.

scratched and bruised up, and the only thing currently covered in rash today is my leg. doesnt look like poison ivy, but it sure feels like it.

me hanging, holding on for dear life to the metal cable rope. yes, that is black hole death. no land immediatly under me. cant touch anything with my feet...

casey pulling me back up as i kick my thigh free. yes, those gruesome disgusting faces were for a reason. yucky, painful distress face i call it.

WTF happened to your eye?!

2009-06-18T15:15:00.003-06:00

This is a top 10 list (and in no particular order) of the comments i received due to my little recent mishap with the mosquito. I feel they earned the right to make the list, although MANY a comment will not be mentioned. Also, will not take the time to describe the looks i got. here we go:

10) "Looks like he had to tell you twice" ~courtesy of @StinaMFKing

9) "HOLY SH*T~ did you fall off the deck again, only this time hit your face?" ~neighbor #1

8) "who won?...and how does the other person look?" ~unknown man at gas station

7) "did the mosquito "accidentally" push you down the stairs too?!" ~thank you @ioncontrol

6) "or did it "accidentally" hit you in the face with a doorknob?" ~ @repressd

5) "...B*tch, I told you. you tell them a mosquito bit you, or else..." always classy sister of mine

4) "Who is "mosquito" code word for, and where do they live?" ~friend that is a boy

3) "I'd tell you its not that noticeable, but it is. " ~Bob C.

2) "you need to think of a better story than the truth. it just makes you seem like an idiot. no one gets bit in the eye." ~another lovely co-worker

1) "yeah that really does look awful. too bad you cant wear sunglasses at work." ~boss.

nice, huh?! :) gotta love it!

Full Hook-ups in the Woods!

2009-06-16T15:53:00.011-06:00

THATS RIGHT PEOPLE! Advertised right here before your eyes. Full Hook-ups in the woods! who could ask for more?!

~Recently, a clan of us ventured out into the great unknown to see what Northern Youdaho had to offer. We always take the road trip down and play in Lagoon, but this year was bribed to spend mulah in our own state and see what we have to offer. so we went with it. and who'da known?! Not only do we offer, but we advertise full hookups in the woods! Immediatly upon arrival we were all pleased with our weekend vacation choice~

~This brings us to the next glorious found sign we stumbled upon. We were not only pleased to have proper riding positions outlined for us, but excited that we would be allowed to hold the black grab rail with both hands.

...we then began to notice the warnings all around us. Apparently the sky was not as safe as we had always thought.

This was by FAR the most frightning sign of the trip. HERE IT IS, plain and simple. if you stand up (and from what i guess even if you consider standing up) you will lose your head entirely. Lucky for those next to you though, your red insides will stay perfectly inside your neck like soup in a bowl. and even luckier for the observers, becuase you will be able to continue through the ride with your head in hand, and cool sparks flying behind it!

...but here we are again with the sexual innuendos.Dont attempt to raise up in your seat or you will lose your head? (thank the people in line behind us for that one)

~lastly, we wanted to note Pappy. This was the tip of the iceberg,if you will. Proof, that if you dont listen to the signs, you will not leave the park. lets have a moment of silence for Pappy. Pappy's grave was conveniently located where we were being robbed for donations for terminally ill children. it was in intense moment in the woods.

~So all in all, i left with 2 major questions unanswered:

1) What exactly happened to result in each one of these signs being created?!

2) Why do we not advertise our full hookups in the woods a little more? we all left with a happy ending, whose to say that more people would not want that experience?

Baileys in our coffee

2009-06-08T13:34:00.004-06:00

Just stumbled upon this that i wrote this December.

We found it kind of humorous so i thought i'd share...

***

Friday:

Work work work

Its time for a beer

We are just so damn busy

This time of the year.

Out to dinner with a friend

ONLY a two hour wait

But the drinks were perfect

And the company great

Went downtown……drunk all night

Saturday:

Up freakin early

Cleaning all day

Snowing and snowing

Freakin cold I would say (only i usually dont say freakin )

Lunch with some buddies

Yes there were drinks

Drunk by 1:30?!

Perfect, me thinks.…

and more and more….

12 hours of drunk…

And SURPRISE! MY FRIEND WYATT’S HOME! (great suprise)

Sunday:

Again, up freaking early

Mimosa’s galore

Movies, games and friends

Who could want more?

OH! I forgot the bailey’s in our coffee

Then we all went to my parents

For more drinks and TOFFEE!…

and hot tubs, and games and snow

And SMACK

I slipped TWICE on the ICE and broke my damn back.

NOT KIDDING-I cant bend over.

So I pretended to study for my final today, but instead I played-oops.

Today:

And more snow and more snow

and more and more

And the streets are icy

And the ground is icy

And the air is icy

And my car is icy

And I want an icy

AND I have a test in a few hours and I got in trouble for studying at work

So I wrote a poem and got bored rhyming it

And now I have to go work

Or I get in more trouble

DANG DANG DOULBE DANG

***

2009-06-05T13:09:00.002-06:00

Windy this week, ain't it?

**alright anyone interested. Here it is, plain and simple. I am taking this first official blog opportunity to lay this very important fact (VIF ,if you will) out there. BUT FIRST: small background information:

IF you were by chance driving, walking or biking down Main Street yesterday, the 4th of June, at approx. 5:02pm, you would have witnessed first hand the wind.

I only have hated the wind 2 other times in my life. Normally it does not bother me. Moves things around, messes up your yard, screws up your hair-did... but really, all those things are no biggie to me. BUT yesterday, the wind was a big deal.

Now on to what happened. As i frequently do (unless i see an officer of the law down the block), I decided to cross the street right outside of my office, instead of walking either direction

down the block to the cross walk. And this particular time i decided to bold across the street instead of wait for a major break in traffic. So this placed me mid block, middle

of down town, middle of 5:00 traffic, middle of Main Street.

As I sorta ran in my "big girl shoes" (as we like to call them) across the street...SWOOSH-wind gust. Lucky me. I, again wore my flowy black skirt to work on a windy day.

YEP you guessed it...blew my damn skirt up over my head int he middle of Main Street.

(Keep in mind that this is not the point of ths story.) *this particular skirt is just long enough to, when blown straight up, to actually cover my face.

...so here i stand, Middle of EVERYTHING fighting down my beast of a black skirt and still trying to get across the street before being smashed into.

i must add that this is the third time said skirt has blown over my head. count them... one, two, THIRD! how many times does it take someone to learn a lesson?!?...

Anyway, embarrassment hits. Some lovely gentleman honks like i dont know that i showed everyone my #funzies.

OK so bringing me to the point of this. the VIF is: i DO in fact own "party panties". i know that none of you who saw me think this. I understand, and believe me would have said the same thing had i been one of you... "Look at that! haha, that poor girlll.... OH MY GOD look at her underwear!!!-"

It just so happened that recent need-to-do-laundry-day + flowy-skirt-doesn't-show-panty-lines DOES NOT = good-for-windy-day.

**this was important to clarify BECAUSE i am single, and wanted to use this opportunity as a disclaimer and say that i am fun, regardless of what that one pair of underwear suggested. K THANKS

It sure has been windy huh? keep and eye out... Take it or leave it. :)