Celebrate Good Times Come On!

There's a party going on right here. Because I just found out I'm accepted into Graduate School.

I Wanna Shine

Tonight, I've got nothing.

In the wonderful words of David Crowder...

"But this light that shines on me, shines on you. And makes everything beautiful again."

It'll be alright.

Don't Read This

I have a really bad stomach ache right now.

And yet, I just ate TWO Little Debbie snack cakes.

That's how good Little Debbie snack cakes are.

I told you not to read this.

Rest In Peace. My Dear, Sweet Friend

Our relationship started so very long ago. Even as a teen you were my go to. My self soothe. My dear friend Dr. Pepper. You got me through the rocky times. Adolescence, bad break-ups, the time my horse bucked me off and then jumped on my hip- you were always there. We've had some celebrations too. Child birth, midnights at campfire, ping pong tourneys at married couples. Remember the time in 89 when Mel and I swam with the manatees- you were there. Fun times.

But, things are changing. I'm not 25 any more. There are pooches were they shouldn't be, double things, and swagging things. They just should not be. At 110 calories per can, I just can't justify you anymore.

Then there's the added problem of my concave butt. Where oh where is my butt going? Is it going to the front. I dare say, "yes".

So, I blame you. There comes a time in some relationships when it's just time to part ways. Before things get bad.

Don't worry about your ugly step-sister, Diet Dr. Pepper. Don't worry. I would never turn to her. She's a joke. Ugly excuse for a pop. She shall never take your place.

I've heard people with addictions often replace one addiction for another. I was thinking of heroine. Oh, I kid... that's too expensive. Maybe pickles? How about country music? What should I chose as my new addiction? Think about it and get back with me.

It's been good Dr. Pepper. But it's over.

This Is How I feel.

We're Back....

Gone to the Beach

For the next few days- I'll be gone to the beach. Will you miss me? Y'all are gonna have to get a hobby. Like spelunking or knitting. I'll be back soon, so don't cry too hard. I promise to post lots of photos of me in my bikini when I return. Or not. In fact, I'm not even sure if I will wear a swim suit. I'm thinking I will wear jeans and a long sleeved button down. Wrapped in a beach towel. With sunglasses. And a hat. Stop.

Could you get my mail and mow my lawn while I'm gone?

P.S. Self tanner is NOT all it's cracked up to be. And NEVER watch the first episode of LOST 4 days before you fly.

Looking forward to this...

Summer o Summer wherefore art thou Summer?

I miss my little cabin in the woods, my Wal-Mart bike (that everyone covets), my flip flops. I miss my camp fire. I miss my mosquitos. I miss my croquet. I miss my Hillbilly Golf. I miss my husbands ugly summer clothes. I miss the smell of sunscreen. Please come soon.

Love, Shannon