The Shore house

S and I are currently waiting to hear back on our application for our next chapter in our lives: The Shorehouse. Yes there will be a duckphone, and a revolving door installed in back. Many people say that we shouldnt move in together, that it may damage our friendship. I say, Keep hating. The more you hate on me , the more i retaliate.

We are both independent open minded people. If theres a problem, it will be spoken about. We have an understanding. We aren't needy and will not be upset about time spent with each other or lack of. So I think I've come up with some roommate rules that we both will live by.

SHOREHOUSE COMMANDMENTS

1. No food stealing.

2. dont stab me in bed in the middle of the night.

3. We bartered. Parking space for biggest closet. Enough said.

4. the place needs to be big enough for guest(s). and T-shirt stealing is preferred.

Teach me how to bucky?

5. No passing judgement with anything going on behind closed doors. What happens at the shorehouse, stays at the shorehouse.

6. if you get knocked up, move out.

7.Daydrinking is not looked down upon,its encouraged.

Currently torturing myself with

Toddlers and Tiaras. Why the hell am I watching this nonsense? the best part is the obsessive compulsive fat washed up stage moms. half of them are jealous that their 4 year old is gonna be prettier than they ever were. Ouch, that hurts.

Summer concert Line-up

So Far...

Kenny Chesney and Zac Brown Band at Lambeau Field

Katy Perry @ Summerfest

my 2 day heehaw fest in Iowa -- to see Jason Aldean on thursday night, and Lady Antebellum Friday night.

T Swift and Lady Gaga are also touring this summer... we'll see how many we can squeeze in

cant.stop.sneezing

some whore in the office I work at gave me the sneezes. Yes I diagnosed myself with the sneezes. So now im wondering what the cure is for it? I tried lots of water, it didnt help. nyquil is making me lose my mind. so i think ill add fuel to the fire and drink some red wine to put myself to sleep. What an eventful snowday I had.

Last night I unpacked all of my trash bags of clothes and filled both closets with ease. But I forgot that I had 8 loads of laundry to do. I did them today, and now have a mountain of clothes with no home. And i was online shopping tonight. smart .

(i promise ill give some clothes away)

threatened

my co-worker screaming at me from across her partition

"USE YOUR INSIDE VOICES OR IM GONNA BE REALLY MAD!!!!"

that was almost like the time she threatened to call security on me because i was singing a Rick James song...

suck it bitch.

with the upcoming snow day...

I wish I had kids, so I could use them as an excuse for not coming in. But since I have no children(thank god) I will use my dogs as an excuse. Here's my email in to work -

"McFarland schools are canceled. I will be home with the girls, and Keila has a fever of 102 and cant be around other kiddos at daycare. sorry for the inconvenience."

If only...

moving day

Moving day is horrible. Old things are found that you want to forget about, and you realize what kind of hoarder you are. For example, I came to realize that I hoard many things:
dresses
shoes
deodorant
candy
baked beans
canned mushrooms.

I always think " i dont have that much stuff" and that it will be easy. First off, I dont recommend drinking heavily before packing. Things get broken, refridgerated items end up with bedding, and boxes get packed way TOO heavy. Industrial strength trash bags are a godsend (the ones that the cops and firefighters sell for fundraisers) because boxes get wet and nasty.

I hired 2 men and a truck to help move. they are an absolute godsend. Had everything packed, moved, and stored into my storage unit in less than 2 hours. Besides the pick up lines like "has anyone ever told you that you look like Deena from Jersey Shore?" or the best one "okprintyournamesignhereanddatewritedownyourphonenumberifyouwantmetocall."

Then the vacuum cleaner that was a wedding gift literally blew up in flames and was smoking throughout the hallways of the projects that I live in. Maybe that is a sure sign that my marriage and my vacuum just didnt want to work, and would rather spontaneously combust.

Thank god my brother was there and ran down the hallway with the smoking vacuum only to be faced with the biggest spider aka the baby bat swinging like a pendulum in the doorway. He almost burst into flames with the vacuum because he was too scared to run thru the doorway.

Now im living out of trashbags, and a clusterfuck of boxes filled to the brim with JUNK. I have no underwear on and dirty clothes on because thats all i could find. I have located the basics (toothbrush,deodorant,contacts,hairbrush) and i cant be asked to do much more. Yes, im a "ragamuffin" today and im damn proud of it.

did you know that a ragamuffin is a breed of cat?