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The Captain and Cooper have taken a little road trip. Jordan and I celebrated Girl Style last night by eating Goldfish and watching Friday Night Lights. Yes, I've converted her to an FNL fan. It wasn't hard.

I know, I know... I should just nip it about all the FNL stuff.

I'm just digging it so much.

And maybe it's because the first real show I've really watched in a long time. And by real show, I mean one that doesn't involve a Sasquatch, a gator, or any shooting-type weapon.

And poor Bingmama. She has seen all five episodes. So I feel compelled to text her during the show with every thought that crosses my mind and remind her of the great things happening during the show. Because that's what friends are for, right?

I don't really expect or even want a response. I just really need to let her know what's going on.

She tolerates my craziness. She's a good friend. Thank you, Bingmama, for tolerating my craziness and being a good friend.

My texts to her went something like this:

"Texas forever."

"Oh, Lila Garrity. Bless her."

"I'm in love with Coach Eric Taylor."

"Oh, Jason is screaming at her. Poor Lila."

"Poor Riggins."

"Coach Taylor <3"

"And now Lila is beating Riggins up. And now they are kissing! Oh my!"

"Poor Street."

"Man, Buddy Garrity is nuts. The whole town is nuts."

"Is Matt's dad in prison or military?"

(That's when I got a text back from her: "Military."

"I love Mrs. Coach."

"She is a riot."

"Oh haha. Coach told Matt to take a girl out and all that. It's his DAUGHTER! Hahahaha"

"Interesting camera angles."

"Matt is a sweet boy."

"The party. How hilarious."

"Man, this show is so good."

And alllll those texts may or may not have been in one night. And maybe in a thirty minute time span.

See above mention of how Bingmama tolerates me.

I toned it down last night. And only sent her seven messages. Mostly about how I think Coach Taylor is hawt.

I'm also still in Season 1.

And yes, I cried during Homecoming Week.

Issues, people. I've got issues.

Have a good day, people.

Clear eyes. Full hearts. Can't lose.

Sorry, couldn't resist that.

Mmmmmuuuuuuah!

Meow

Much to Jordan's dismay, I think this video is fake.

But it's worth a little watch for the sake of a laugh or two.

I post it today in honor of my favorite cat lovers, JuJu and Bingmama.

Muuuuuuuah.

Meeoooooow.

Sittin' around

So, you know things have taken a desperate turn for the worse on your blog when you start putting pictures of dogs sitting in patio chairs....

And cats sitting in pink umbrellas...

These pictures depict just another day at my friend Bingmama's house....

Starring:
Kirby, the Dog
&
Bud, the Cat

So it's just me?

Convo between me and my bestie Bingmama....


Me: Is it the sign of a problem if you notice that Target got new carpet?

Bingmama: Target has carpet?!? I didn't even know Target had carpet.

Me: Yeah, they've got carpet right when you walk in and in the middle of the store - like in clothes and purses and shoes and ---

Cue the "You are my bestie, but you are also a total weirdo" stare from Bingmama.

Me: oh.....I'll take that as a yes.

Bingmama: Pretty much.

Sssssshhhhhhh!

I've mentioned that Bingmama and I are season subscribers to the theatre. Don't you remember last year's Wizard of Oz show?

Well, last night we headed downtown to see Dreamgirls.

And we did what every smart, middle-aged women do. (OK, so I'm middle-aged. Bingmama isn't quite middle aged. In fact, when we went to Bon Jovi, she told somebody I was her mother. Anyway, I'll move on past the old woman references.)

Where was I?

Oh right, we did what any smart person would do when they go to the fancy theatre to see a Broadway show.

We snuck candy inside.

Which is better than the woman I saw last night who pulled a sleeve of Ritz crackers out of her purse. Yes, I'm serious.

I had a box of Lemonheads in my purse. And she had a bag of individually wrapped Starburst. Sadly, the Hot Tamales wouldn't fit in our tiny bags and had to stay in the car.

We were minding our own business, eating our candy, and watching heartbroken Effie telling Curtis she Is Not Going while he and the Dreams go on without her...Poor Effie....

That's when it happened.

The gal in front of Bingmama turned around and said,

"Would you please stop it with the paper?"

What? Did the gal in Row R Seat 204 call Bingmam out for rattling her candy paper?

It appears so.

Bingmama took the scolding pretty well and did what any mature adult would do.

She rolled the candy papers into little spit wads and shot them into the hair of Row R Seat 204 Gal.

OK, she really didn't do that.

But we may or may not have snickered at her later during the standing ovation and we saw that her date was about 5' 2".

So Bingmama said, "Your date is a midget!!"

OK, she really didn't do that either.

We just decided next time we would bring a big ol' bag of Doritos.

Chips anyone?

Alrighty, people.

It's Friday.

I'm tired.

And I just might wrap a Christmas present this weekend.

Or not.

Simple.

A recent convo via email with a friend...

Me: word

Friend: yo

And *that* was a whole, huge, entire conversation.


Last week, my friend Bingmama walked by my office door and said, "I'm going to get my thing out of the thing."

And I knew EXACTLY what she meant.

Friends who "get you".

Good things.

The end.

We went. We rocked. We came back home.

Let me just start by saying the Bon Jovi concert was totally awesome.

Even awesomer than awesome.

And let me also say that Jon Bon Jovi looks and sounds just as good as he ever did.

He has great jeans genes.

And he still has the greatest rock and roll hair.

And he just rocked it.

For over two hours.

It was a most excellent show.

And Bingmama and I had a most excellent time.

And we laughed and talked and talked and laughed.

And we may or may not have taken all of this with us:

• 7 cardigan sweaters
• 15 necklaces
• 2 bracelets
• 9 tshirts
• and a partridge in a pear tree

And yes we were only gone 24 hours.

But we needed options.

And I am absolutely, positively 100% certain that I was the only person at the concert wearing a cardigan sweater. That was yellow.

I am also absolutely, positively 100% certain if you weren't wearing a halter top and boots, you were a nobody.

Hi, I'm nobody. I'm the one that wore a yellow cardigan to the Bon Jovi concert.

And Bingmama told somebody that I was her mother.

We had some interesting cab experiences.

First, we totally stole a cab that had showed up at the hotel for another group. We did think it was ours, but found out later it wasn't. Ooops.

This before-the-concert cab driver had an orthopaedic walking boot on his left foot. And had a prosthetic on his right foot. And he would drive real fast. Toward people and other cars. And then say "Shut your eyes if you're squeamish." And he made a very, VERY wide right turn which put us on the left side of the road for a terribly long period of time. He must have thought we were in England or something. And I thought we were gonna' die.

The after-the-concert cab driver was a bit odd. He kind of talked real low and quiet and slow. And made it a point to show us the court house and the jail. And for about 3 minutes I was certain he was driving us off into the warehouse district of Nashville to murder us. And I even texted Bingmama WHERE ARE WE GOING?!?!? Because all we could think about was the movie "The Bone Collector". I got real worried because Bingmama's knee was flaring up and I was concerned that she was not going to be able to outrun him once he started chasing us. And I thought we were gonna' die. But never fear, we made it back to the hotel.

Yep, we made it back to the hotel and got in bed at 12:15 in the morning. Which is about six hours past my bedtime.

So apparently we think we are still 21 years old and can work half a day, drive to Nashville in the afternoon, grab dinner, go to a 2+ hour VERY LOUD rock and roll concert, sing and dance and clap and fist pump and scream WOOOOOO!!!! every time we look at Jon and Richie in the binoculars, and hit the sack at 12:15 in the morning and get up, FIND A STARBUCKS, drive back to Memphis and go to work.......because that's exactly what we did.

We were rockin' mamas.

Who wore cardigans to the Bon Jovi concert.

And had a great time!

Rock on!

Who knows

By the time you read this, one of two things will be happening....

Either Bingmama and I are on the bus with Jon and Richie joining them on tour...

or....

Bingmama and I are headed back to Memphis to make it to work by noon.

In the meantime, you can watch this.

We're half-way there

Yes, I made it through the expo alive. Thank you for asking. And yes, people are obsessed with getting anything free. I could have been giving away dog poop and they would have taken it. I saw people with their little trade show bags just loaded with fabulously valuable stuff like chip clips, post its, and rubber jar openers. Seriously people.

Anyhoo, that is over and I am glad.

And finally it's Wednesday which is the day that Bingmama and I head to Nashville for the Bon Jovi concert. WOOT!

Last night's dilemma....packing. What on earth does an almost middle-aged frump wear to a rock concert? I'm pretty sure I'll be the only one wearing a cardigan and a little scarf thing. Oh - and I didn't want to carry (or be responsible for) any binoculars, so I'm taking these little mother of pearl theater glasses too. They really are pretty. They belonged to my great aunt. And I'm fairly certain they have never been used at a rock concert. But they are needed so we can get up close views of Jon & Richie. Hubba.

And it all works out pretty nice because I like Jon and Bingmama likes Richie so there won't be any fighting over them or anything like that. Cause you know there is nothing worse than two chicks fighting over a rock star.

I have the tickets in my wallet. I am POSITIVE they are in my wallet. And now my OCD kicks into over-drive because I will check to make sure they are STILL in my wallet no less than 382 times. I hate that. But I can't help it. It's a sickness people.

Mucho thanks to Connie for keeping my dependents while I am out partying it up with Bingmama and Jon and Richie.

I thought about loading my post with Bon Jovi lyrics which I would feebly attempt to turn into corny puns. But I decided against it. You're welcome.

So, I'm outta' here people. Have a Nice Day. (Sorry!)

Rock on!

Where are you?

It's time to play Meet Your Neighbor!

Introduce yourself and where you live. While you're at it, include any other states you have lived in during your lifetime.

I'll start.....

Hi! I'm Angie and I'm from Tennessee. I not lived in any other states.

Well, that's not counting the State of Confusion where I have claimed permanent residence. I also try to make a stop every once in awhile to the State of Consciousness. And there's always the good ol' State of Mind which varies from day to day.

How about you?

Who are you, where are you from, and where have you lived?

Ready? GO!

Tag - I'm it!!

My new bloggy BFF Kearsie over at the hilarious Sounds Like Tomatoes tagged me! Yes she did. And I must say it is my first official SPECIFIC BY NAME tag. I'm touched. *sniff*


More on how Kearsie and I became acquainted next week. Cause it's funny. Or at least I think so. And she does too. I guess.


Anyhoo....on with the tag.



1. What is your current obsession?
Blogs. And Twitter. And lots of other things. Because I have OCD.


2. What is your weirdest obsession?
Index cards. And other OCD related things. Did I tell you I have OCD?


3. Recall a fond childhood memory?
Lots of childhood memories. Really. And it would be hard to pick just one. I had a great childhood. And I was loved and happy and blessed. Let's just leave it at that.


4. What’s for dinner?
Chicken quesadillas.


5. What would you eat for your last meal?
Mexican food. I would also like some macaroni & cheese and banana pudding thrown in there too.


6. What’s the last thing you bought?
Some shower gel and lotion from QVC. Yes I did. Don't judge. It was Philosophy Pure Grace. Which I love. At least it wasn't TOWELS or a MOP (ahem!) (You know who you are.)


7. What are you listening to right now?
My son singing to the dog...."If you want me to go away, go away, then put your paw on my head." The Bloggie Doggie is not amused. And is apparently trying to put his paw on Son's head.


8. What do you think of the person who tagged you?
She's my new bloggy BFF. And she is fully of funnihood. And I think she is just a neato person.


9. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished, anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Orange Beach, Alabama or anywhere else that is very beachy. I love beachy.


10. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
Orange Beach, Alabama. Or again, a very beachy place. I would like to go to Disney World too, but not if I could only stay for an hour. So I'm not going to pick that.


11. Which language do you want to learn?
I'm ok with English. But I guess I should say Spanish or Italian or French. But I'm not sure why I need to learn any of those. So I'm moving on to the next question.


12. What’s your favorite quote (for now)?
Beats me. Well, that's not my quote. I'm just saying it beats me what my favorite quote is.


13.What is your favorite colour?
I'm digging brown and blue these days which is really weird. Especially the blue. Cause I've never been a blue fan. But it's actually a very specific shade of blue. But you really don't care. So I'll just say brown and blue. Oh and there's a neato color green I like. And of course I always like red. Let's see....have I left anything out?


14. What is your favorite piece of clothing in your own wardrobe?
Do pajama pants count as items in your wardrobe?


15. What is your dream job?
A weatherman weathergirl weatherperson meteorologist. And I'm kind of a weathergal in training. Because one of my best friends is a real live meteorologist. And he's on tv and everything. And he teaches me weather words. Like anemometer. And he even reads this blog. Yes he does. Hi Ron! {waving}


16.What’s your favorite magazine?
Southern Living I guess. Especially since my house looks like a house right out of the pages of Southern Living. Cause don't all those fancy houses have toy dump trucks in the den, action figures in the bathtub, and posters of the Jonas Brothers on the wall of a bedroom? Sure they do.


17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?
Dishes. Or maybe a massage at the day spa.


18. Describe your personal style?
What on earth does this mean?


19. What are you going to do after this?
More laundry. Then bed.


20. What are your favorite films?
I love Shawshank Redemption. And Ferris Buehler's Day Off. And lots of others I'm sure but I can't remember. Oh - and Christmas Story.


21. What’s your favorite fruit?
Bananas and berries. No melon. I don't do melon.


22.What inspires you?
Well, my kids for sure.



23. Your favorite books?
Harlan Coban, Janet Evanovich, Lisa Gardner, Jodi Picoult


24. Do you collect anything?
Ummmm, index cards?


25. Any advice from bitter experience?
Everything happens for a reason. Learn from it and move on.


26. What makes you follow a blog?
Something that makes me laugh out loud. Or think. Or gives me a good recipe. Or a great decorating idea.



And now.... I tag....

JuJu

Tonya

Mandy

Beckyjomama



And Winn even though I hear she won't do this. But she's a new bff too. So I don't want to hurt her feelings.

And Bingmama and Connie even though they don't have blogs. But they have Twitters and Facebooks. But maybe they can pick a question and answer it in the comments.

And whoever else needs a blog post today.