Labor Day and Bleeding Purple

Hi kids; long time no see. There hasn't been much to report lately from the good ole JoCo.

If it wasn't for such an Ah-mazing Labor Day weekend

I'd probably not be blogging now.

I'm actually gonna sum up the weekend in reverse.

Monday sucked...it was D's birthday so he played golf while I stayed home and studied for a damn test.

Made an A so I guess it turned out okay. 'Nuff about Monday...on to Sunday

How 'bout those Pirates, eh?

I've never been so proud to be Pirate. That last minute catch to win the game was better than sex. Excited would be an understatement of the century.

Some of my fav college buddies





And the catch of all catches


Saturday:

Some of my ECU and AOPi peeps headed to the lake for a day of soaking
up some of the last rays of summer.
We took 3 trips just to get all our camping gear to the site,
which we declared as Dick Back Mountain much to the expense of Morgan.
Sorry, M; we just couldn't help it!

We drank and ate and drank...and drank.
Well you get the picture.

I don't have any pictures of Dick Back Mountain.

I blame it on the massive amount of beer we all consumed.

We had quite the set up.

2 huge tents, a campfire, a grill & coolers galore

The weather was perfect for sleeping outside; a cool 55

Even the critters were out and about; they kept me up all night.

I could have gone without the howling of the coyote

and the squaking of what sounded like a prehistoric creature

perhaps a Taradactale (how do you spell that anyway?)

I'm hoping to make this an annual event.

But for God's sake, next year don't forget the Crystal Light!

The Best Week Ever...

So let me begin by saying I had the best week ever. And it wouldn't have been the perfect week without my friends there with me. For those of you that couldn't make it, you were truly missed. But on the bright side, we plan to do this again next year.

I was so relaxed all week; not a care in the world. Most of the week was very laid back. Coffee in the morning, sitting on the porch, overlooking the lake, listening to the birds chirp and enjoying the perfect surroundings. Evenings were spent watching the sun go down, listening to music and chatting with friends about everything under the sun. Some serious converstations were had about love and loss but mainly just being silly and goofy. We also had the pleasure of viewing many YouTube videos that made me laugh so hard I thought I'd die. I found a new appreciation for Jimmy Kimmel and his Unnecessary Censorship segments, Sesame Street and also a new appreciation for Leigh as she put her game face on, swallowed her fear and attempted the murder of Asshole the Snake...

...I even found something inside myself that I had lost for a while. Determination! I've been wanting to try wakeboarding but after failing at skiing I just didn't think I could do it. I figured I'd try it and after a few attempts I'd give up like I always do when things are hard and I get fustrated. But Husband gave me a pep talk and before you know it, I was up and having the time of my life. Husband was so proud; and seeing that made me feel accomplished. I haven't felt that in such a long time. I hadn't felt self pride in such a long time.

The weather was beautiful. This is my heaven. If someone asked me what I thought heaven was like, I'd describe the week I just had... a boat, dear friends and cold beer...

...and although the week was filled with perfect, peaceful tranquility, it didn't lack in shennanigans. As promised, below are some of these said moments:

Beer Pong

After several rounds of Beer Pong



Spanky so relaxed she fell asleep. Ofcourse we teased she passed out so thats why its in this section of photos and because it was pretty darn funny.

Dancin'

And the King of Shannanigans

My Husband

Thank you Dustin, Leigh, Jeff, Linds, Tawni and Spanky for celebrating with me as I enter into this new decade of my life. It has started off fantastic and I hope to have many more celebrations with you all. And for those who couldn't be there, I promise there will be more memories to make.

xo,

M

Turning 30

I have to say so far 30 is awesome. I cannot tell you the last time I've been so relaxed. How couldn't you when you get to look at this all day?

Stay tuned...things are gonna get crazy. My peeps are coming...my peeps are coming! My "official" party is this upcoming weekend. I'm sure there will be great stories (and pictures) so check back soon.

Until then, just breathe!

You Might Be a Redneck (or married to one) If...

...you hang a motor from a tree.

I love my husband; he's awesome. He's just a good ole' country boy from Iowa. And if it wasn't for that midwest accent, you'd swear he was staright out the trailer park in Johnston County, (or JoCo as us locals like to call it) North Carolina.

Without a doubt, my country boy is a true redneck at heart. You know, I love you babe!

You may remember the blog I posted several months ago about our disabled boat. Husband, being the awesome man he is, saved us mega money by fixin' it himself. He loves this sort of thing. He loves tinkering and fixing things. But, I think, more than anything it gave him a reason to drink beer and "redneck it out."

I can't even describe the hot mess we had going on in our yard. I'm surprised our neighbors didn't pack up and leave. This is better explained by way of pictures. Enjoy!

But in the end, who gives a damn what our neighbors think. And baby, I love you just the way you are. Cheers to you!

My Stanley Hotel

The hospital can be a scary place for many. I'm there 5 days a week and yes, its still scary for me too. But probably not for the reasons you may think. I'm not scared of blood. I'm not scared of sick people. I'm not scared of machines. I'm not scared of needles (as long as I'm doing the sticking) I'm not scared of death. But I am scared of ghost children. I know...you're thinking WTF. Let me explain.

Every few weeks I have to drop off equipment to be picked up for off-site sterile processing. It is on my way to this drop zone I pass by the creepiest place I've ever seen. Its in the basement of the hospital which in itself is not scary like you may think (our dept is actually in the basement). This particular place is where old or extra beds are stored. Its a huge room thats always dark with this one light constantly flickering. Mostly there are baby beds in there. For those who don't know, in the hospital, baby beds have bars all the way around them. So the tots don't roll out of them. They just look creepy to me. There are also these gates that separate different parts of this storage room. I wish I had a picture because I know it doesn't sound scary but TRUST.

Every time I roll by there I'm scared to look in but I always do. I'm always expecting to see ghost children flying around, climbing the fences, shaking the bed/cribs. Or this:

These tiny bitches give me the heebie jeebies. Always have, always will. I'm terrified of ghost children. Give me adult ghosts, dismembered ghosts, demon ghosts any time. But ghost children, count me out.

So the moral of the story, kids...the hospital is a fascinating place. I love it there. But come the day I see a ghost child, I'm tucking my tail between my legs and I'm peacing out.

Sidebar: In my research of finding these scary tots, I found out they are "The Watson Twins," from Britian. And my maiden name is Watson. CREEPY!!!

You Had Me at Flip Cup

"The Bachelorette" has done it again. ABC has sucked me in and has me longing for Monday nights to see who Ali Fedotowsky makes out with, gives roses to, and who she gives the boot to. Of all the bachelorettes and even contestants, she has been my fav. And I have to admit that I may even have a tiny girl crush on her. I think she's just awesome!
Ali is one lucky lady. For the most part her suitors are pretty hunky, successful men. In my single days I would have loved to have 15 sex-ay men longing after me, fighting for me, all the while trying to impress me and win my heart. Not to mention, the fabulous dates they have, traveling the world. Le sigh...

From the get go I have liked Roberto. He's a hunk and speaks several different languages. He's cultured and charming. He also got the first impression rose. Atta girl, Ali!

Can you say yummy?

Okay so last night Ali had some alone time with Chris L. who I might add has this nice New England accent. Now he's no Roberto when it comes to looks but during his and Ali's convo before the rose ceremony he stated that Ali needs to come to the Cape and play some Flip Cup. Now this is a guy after my own heart. Her reply...I love Flip Cup!

I heart Chris L.

Ali keep handing out those roses to Chris L. Any man who plays Flip Cup is worth keepin' around. And oh yeah, Ali, you're invited to our next Flip Cup party.

~M

Baby, You Get My Motor Running

I have to admit that I've been a little depressed lately. Summer is here. Memorial Day Weekend, for me, is the best weekend ever. Its the beginning of summer which means weekends at the lake.

This year I haven't been looking forward to it at all. It was just a reminder of the deep, dark depression I've been it.

It all started on an unusually hot Friday afternoon. Good Friday to be exact. Dustin and I were out on the boat with some friends, Leigh and Jeff. It had been a wonderful day. I was about 6 beers deep and we were returning from the "Stansion," a campsite named after our dear friend Stan and his gang of misfits.

All of a sudden the motor turned off.

And it wouldn't start.

We had no oars to row.

The water was a cold 52 degrees.

I had to pee.

We sent out a SOS.

Nothing.

Jeff and Dustin, hero'd up, tied themselves to the boat and started swimming. Leigh and I waved and shouted. We showed boobies...not really but it would have been funny. Finally someone helped! We made it.

But then depression started. We needed a whole new motor. We have no money. No money equals no motor. No motor equals no boat. No boat equals no summer. How the hell am I going to make it?

After several long, dark weeks, the sky has parted. We got the money together and the motor arrived today. So in just a few weeks we'll be back. And I predict the summer will be the best ever. The Redneck Yacht Club is back in business. Stansion here we come! Below is my summer prediction in pictures:









Hope yaw'll can come hang with us this summer. I promise it will be an experience you'll never forget.