Thursday, June 23, 2011

Because every chick should have a friend who encourages this type of behavior.

I was turned on to this chicks website by my dear friend, Jen, and OH MY GOD, I have not laughed this hard in a long time. She is a must read. The humor this gal writes is brills! And make sure you read THIS entry, because it's the sole reason for my post today, and if you don't read it, then you'll have no idea what I'm talking about, or why I'm talking about it, or what the ending of this post even means!

See, it got me wondering, does everyone have a friend like this? One with whom you can get in to more trouble than you can think of and laugh the whole time? One who will not hesitate to get mad at you because you forgot to call her to come join the fun/trouble that you were about to find yourself in? I have one of those. Her name is Annette. Annette is bat-shit crazy. And, God, I love Annette. I have known her for 5 years and let me just tell you right now: We have found ourselves in more trouble than should be legal. We still do not understand why certain Maconites have not banished us from our humble little town.

(Side bar: I need to state right here that The Mom will probably read this, so Mama, when I say "trouble", I don't mean in a bad way! No cops were involved in the making of The Trouble.)

You see, these friends make your world a better place. You get a 2:00 a.m. phone call from Bat-Shit Crazy and you know something good just went down. It may or may not be good for them, but you know, as much as you love her, you're about to get entertained. This is your middle-of-the-night-phone-call from her telling you all kinds of fun you just missed and could you pleeeeaassseee not tell me again that it's 2:00 a.m and that you will call me tomorrow because I have to tell you this right now! It's also sitting together, just minding our own business, when The Trouble just drops in to our laps. Like right in front of us. Like RIGHT THERE. How can you walk away from it? We look at each other, and we're all "Seriously? Does Trouble not realize what's about to happen"?

I'm pretty sure there may have been a time or two, back in the day, when our significant others just shook their heads and was all "they've lost their minds".

Bat-Shit Crazy, who also has all the love her in heart for her friends, will also come to you at a moments notice, dropping everything, when she hears the words "I need you"? Doesn't matter where we are or what we're doing, we arrive when needed. Shopping, drinks, drama, just hanging out together, emergency middle-of-the-night phone calls. Someone's crying, someone's mad, someone's laughing, someone's got drama, someone's dog just dug a hole in my flowerbed and you need to know about this right now no it cannot wait until morning stop telling me that! Dinner together, gossiping, girls weekends, someone you can tell anything to and they've got your back - right or wrong.

Or, you could just be in a discount store encouraging one another to buy a 5-foot-tall-chicken and think it's totally normal.

I mean, DUH!

Doesn't everyone buy stupid stuff in discount stores, just because it's funny?

Anyway, the point is that you need a crazy friend to encourage you to do silly things. Because laughing, no matter the circumstance, is always good for the soul. And who more to make you laugh than a crazy friend that you totally couldn't live without?


Saturday, February 12, 2011

Film Festin'

Hi Dolls!

Hope this all finds you as fabulous as can be! I have finally had a quiet weekend, with no plans, and I have really enjoyed it.

But, I get antsy.

So, thank goodness I have tons of plans for the upcoming week! In case you didn't already know it from my numerous tweets and Facebook postings, The 6th Annual Macon Film Festival is almost upon us and I cannot even begin to tell you how excited I am.

Terrell Sandefur, Priscilla Esser and a slew of others have worked tirelessly to bring you this fabulous 4 day event (Feb 17-20) in beautiful, historic downtown Macon, GA! This is my first year volunteering and I'll be working two different time slots: Friday, 2-5pm slot for the box office and Saturday, 11-2pm for filmmaker check-in. Come see me!

I will also be attending day and evening screenings, which ohmigoodness, just gives me chills at the fun that is headed my way, not to mention I finally get to see "Get Low". And? AND??? The after parties! (Can I get an Amen, please?) Let me just tell you right now, I am already going through my closet to pick out my "Film Fest Funky" attire, as the fantastic Mr. Sandefur described to me when I asked what the attire was for the festival. Hey! This IS my first festival and I do loves me an excuse to purchase clothes for any reason whatsoever. So, not only have I been devouring my closet, I have purchased a couple of cute things from Jack & Darcy Boutique in Milledgeville. (You can also find Jack & Darcy on Facebook here.)

(Side note: Did you see all those links? I'm pluggin' everyone today!)

In other entertainment news, I spent Wednesday evening playing cards, eating delicious food and enjoying cocktails with three of the coolest people I know: The amazing Mizz Kate McD, George and my new friend, Jettice. We had a litte bit of a half time show where Kate ran out of gas AND killed her battery all within 5 minutes. George and I jet off to save the damsel in distress, then arrive back in time to eat, break out the Uno cards, and fill our glasses with wine and love. After many hours of wine and a gazillion laughs, I do declare that it was totally worth dragging out of bed at 11:30 the next day. I may, or may not, have been hungover.

(Side note: When going out, and it's raining hard, do not under any circumstances wear light colored suede boots. FAIL!)

In the homefront department, I woke up this morning earlier than normal because I had a really bad feeling something was wrong. Oh, was it ever wrong. When I opened my eyes, they went right to my cat, Wesley, who was happily tee-teeing all over a small pile of dirty cloths that I did not put in the hamper. And he was looking me dead in the eyes, daring me to beat the shit out of him. His litter box is clean. Food and water is full. I have no clue what I did that made him mad. All I know is he better be glad he wasn't trying to finish off my previously-mentioned suede boots, because there was about to be a misunderstanding up in here! And, oh-my-god-no-he-didn't, as I'm cleaning it all up and throwing everything in the wash, he jumps his little nappy butt up on the bed, stretches, then curls up and goes to sleep.


Blink blink.

That cat is SO VERY LUCKY TO BE ALIVE TODAY. He better be glad that I love him so much. That's all I'm sayin'.

Sparkles 'n kisses!