pretend it’s Friday. mostly because it’s Monday, again.

I wrote this last Friday with every intention of posting it…until I looked at the clock and realized that I only had time to hit “save” before rushing out the door and making it to my haircut a few minutes late.

Today is a good day. I woke up unusually happy, had an amazing cup of coffee, our office still smells like crawfish from the grower meeting/appreciation dinner last night, and I just got a free pork loin- the whole loin, like the entire length of a grown, huge pig! (Not sure what I’m going to do with it all, but hey, free food!) Oh and I’m wearing my henna-elephant-looking shirt with pink pants. Sounds ugly…and it might be, but it makes me smile. I feel like this is a good weekend to go on an adventure. Not sure exactly what and where, but it just feels like one of those “kill a Saturday without actually killing anything” kind of weekends. I’m excited though I don’t know why…Fortunately, Mamie is on her way here now and is a great partner in crime for trips/adventures/weird stuff. We will probably end up in a strange hole-in-the-wall coffee shop instead because we are old ladies in 20-something bodies, but either way, we will have a time!

Here is one of the places that I want to go to soon…maybe not this weekend since it’s several hours away and Mamie is already driving 4 hours just to get here:

 

The Windsor Ruins

Windsor Ruins are the columns left standing from a huge mansion that was constructed near Port Gibson, MS in 1861. Though it’s said that the mansion never reached completion, it housed both Confederate and Union soldiers during the war. After the war it was used for large parties and was burned down in 1890 when a guest’s careless cigar was dropped. The mansion housed over 25 rooms, each with their own fire place, and a 4^th floor that held an observatory room that overlooked the plantation and river. It cost the family around $175,000 to build, which is nearly $4.5 million today. After the house burned, the family donated the ruins to the state and it is now on the National Historic Register. There are still bricks left in the rubble pile that are good for the taking, so I’m told. (So of course, I want one.)

Speaking of history, I will be the first to tell you that I love school. I know, it’s weird. Most people can’t wait to get out of school and get to college, and then get out of college and get a real job. (Though most want to go back to college as soon as the real world sinks in.) I thought that it was just the college lifestyle that I have been missing so much, but as it turns out, it’s the classes. I came to this realization after the ridiculous amount excitement that struck me when I discovered that the W (Mississippi University for Women- though it’s open for men now too) is offering life enrichment classes. I could go back to college except for the fact that I’m broke and will be paying off student loans forever as it is, and I don’t feel like writing a dissertation to get another degree. But enrichment classes are in my price range! I missed the deadline for the spring semester classes so I’m crossing my fingers that they offer them again in the summer. If not, I’ll be anxiously awaiting fall!

There’s your fun and fashion (my outfit) for today.

Has anyone else seen the knock-off Girl Scout cookies that are being sold in grocery stores everywhere?! Coming from a lifetime-member of the Girl Scouts, I am personally offended that someone else is ripping off our specialty. On the other hand, I’m excited that I can now get them year round!

And speaking of grocery store finds, check out this giant can of tuna that we found! I didn’t even know they sold these in regular stores. I figured you’d have to order a can this size!

 

Biggest Tuna Can Ever…and a lovely model 🙂

And there’s your food from Wednesday that I missed….

Happy 2^nd birthday to the baby girl who showed us all the God still works miracles. From 14 ounces at 4 months premature, to 17 whopping pounds, she has come a long way. She couldn’t open her eyes when she first got here, but as she learned to open hers, she taught us to open our own as well. I love you so much baby Henley, and can’t wait to watch you grown into an amazing and beautiful woman just like your momma!

Wishing everyone an adventurous weekend. Only one week until Gin Show and 5 days until I try to convince Alex to take me to the Josh Abbot concert in Starkvegas. Get excited!

Also, go read Gone Girl if you like suspense stories. It was weird, but I liked it.

Love always,

Addie

“You know when they have a fishing show on TV? They catch the fish and then they let it go. They don’t want to eat the fish, they just want to make it late for something.”- Mitch Hedberg

live it anyway.

Bold. It’s my favorite color scheme of all the Magic Markers. It’s my favorite style of coffee.  I also favor statements that are made in this manner- where they are vocal or physical, they always seem to convey the message well. Live your life accordingly- it can make all the difference.

While I’m being bold let me address a tragic epidemic that I seem to always be confronted with in the car: proper nose picking. Just because you are alone in your car doesn’t mean other drivers can’t see you. If you’re going to go digging for gold, remember two things: use your pinky finger (it seems more appropriate if it’s completely necessary- it’s also a less important digit to lose incase mom was right about losing it up there…), and keep it down to one knuckle. Eww.

Easy to say, coming from the girl who wore her shirt backwards for an entire day without noticing. Yep, that was yours truly just last week. What can I say; the different pattern on the back was a better compliment with my outfit than the front. Bold.

And now for a bold thought: how do we know God isn’t recycling our souls up there…? What if when we die, we really do come back? I’m not talking about reincarnation or meaning for this topic to pertain to religion at all. I’m thinking more along the lines of the possession and dispersion of knowledge. Where do people get original theories and ideas? What if Einstein’s soul had studied in another century and God recycled his soul to send him back and continue his research and quest. Maybe some people are built for discovering new methods and ideas that will essential help mankind move along with God’s greater plan and everything they need to know simply cannot be taught in one lifetime- so they get more. Maybe we’ve all been working on something for generations and we just haven’t realized it yet…Progressive. Bold.

Just read that Delaware passed a no spanking law- more specifically, they banned any and all “intentional pain inflicted to a child.” Well I don’t see a bright future for a country that will eventually be ran by children who weren’t spanked. Just doesn’t seem natural. My momma was a firm believer in not only spanking us, but using the paddle that my dad made especially for the occasion that Spence or I was being a turd. You better believe that it put the fear in me and straightened me out. Kid need to have a certain “fear” of their parents…not literally be scared, but more of an awe-like fear that’s described in the Bible in reference to how we revere God. Once they get older, they can appreciate their parents and no longer need fear infliction. I thought that “putting the fear of God” (literally and figuratively) in a child was part of parenting…better believe my parents did. To this day, one wrong look from my momma and I’m down like an 8-point buck on opening day.  Spanking shouldn’t be outlawed, it should be mandatory. With breakfast EVERY morning for some…in the words of Earl Pitts, “WAKE UP ‘MURICA!”

I finally found a burglar that I can relate to… a homeless woman in Sacramento was caught after breaking into a home. But this wasn’t your ordinary break it- though she did take some of the kid’s allowance money (which I would never do), instead of robbing the family blind, she preferred to spend her short time in the abode borrowing the shower. Yes, she broke into the house to shower. Can’t say that I blame her. Though I don’t mind skipping a day on showers, I can’t stand feeling gross- and in her case, I’m sure she did. (Before you judge me for skipping showers, know this: it’s not that I don’t like showers- cause let’s face it, everyone loves a good hot shower- it’s the aftermath. More specifically, it’s blow drying my hair that I HATE with a passion, but I regress. ) And the most relatable part of this story is the fact that she finished her shower off by helping herself to a Poptart. This usually would have gone unnoticed, but there was a small child or another Poptart lover like myself in the house because the subtitle of the news article said something like “even had the nerve to eat the last Poptart!” The nerve. I hope it was blueberry and worth it. Bold.

Next time you want to complain about something in your life, remember this: there is a girl somewhere in England or wherever else cookies are referred to as “biscuits” with a tic. Not the kind that suck your blood, which would be better in her case. Her tic causes her to say the word “biscuit” 16,000 (on average) per day AND she involuntarily bangs her head on nearby objects…sometimes even her own limbs. Know how she’s dealing with it? She’s working to help other people with tics. Get it girl! Bold.

In other news from England, a young girl wrote a message in a bottle and tossed it off a pier expecting it to float across the English Channel in hopes that her aunt on the other side might find it. Bet she was surprised when the message traveled some 10,000 miles and ended up in the hands of a grandma in Australia. I heard they’re really cool pen pals now. Jealous.

As most of you already know, I love coffee. How much? Not this much: previously employed engineers of NASA and Apple worked together to build “the perfect” coffee maker that can make your cup the “perfect temperature” every time. They said they loved coffee so much that instead of building a machine for coffee, they built the machine around the coffee itself to make it the best ever. It damn well better be for $11,111. I’d never….but I sure wouldn’t turn down a free sample if someone offered. And make it bold, please.

Talk again soon.

Love always,

Addie

“My whole life I’ve been telling myself ‘don’t be afraid.’ And it’s only now that I’m realizing how stupid that is. Don’t be afraid. Like saying ‘don’t move out of the way when someone tries to punch you’ or ‘don’t flinch at the heat of a fire’ or ‘don’t blink’. Don’t be human. I’m afraid and you’re afraid and we’re all always going to be afraid because that’s the point. What I should be telling myself is ‘be afraid, but do it anyway.’ Live anyway.”