Textsfromlastnight Highlights

Among other sites that I frequent, this one has made its way to the top. People submit their drunken or just crazy texts - and the site posts them. Enjoy:


(254): my sisters under your porch take her home

No surprise on that one that it's from a 254 area code - Texas. Porches only exist nowdays in the south. It's a shame.

(302): I thought if I stared at him long enough he'd walk me to my car. but he didn't. he dddidn't. i rreally thought i had those powers.

302, of course, is from Delaware. I admit, I have a newfound respect for the state.

(919): i literally forgot his name and just started calling him "waffles"

This came from North Carolina. I might start calling someone waffles, randomly.

And of course - some from the lovely Valley of the Sun:

(602): Goodnight sugar queer
(480): Sugar queer??
(602): Why does my predictive text prioritize 'queer' over 'puffs'?


(602): Duck Duck Cougar?

This site ROCKS.

Two years and none the wiser

I'm surprised to wake up and realize it's already the end of July - the seventh month of the year in which the summer for school-goers terminates and the fall semester looms. For me, it marks one month short of my residing in Phoenix for two years.

TWO YEARS?

Crap. I must be getting old.

Before I start, I will admit, I'm in a very good place. After having resided in my Southwest home, I have a job that I love (FINALLY), great friends, a sensational Peace Lily (Miss Alabama), upcoming trips home to see childhood friends (that I can afford), beautiful weather and desert landscape (aside from this month with 110 temperatures)and manicured nails and toes.

I dig.



Meah - Sam Adams Blackberry Wit will accompany me through the rest of this Sunday evening. Yum.

Checking things off the list...

...Feels so good.

Visitors are in my future, along with Fort Smith weddings, and then more visitors.

AND - we have an unnamed little one on the way... :)

More information to come.

Mood - quite content

To the Swansons - a lifetime of fireworks

This weekend, one which another year of our independence was celebrated, Coronas consumed and fireworks displayed - was also one which two fine Canadians became one...in a little town called Czar, Alberta. Tuques anyone?

Seven years ago, at the age of 17, I arrived in Sydney to cheer in the Down Under Bowl. It was at that time that I met two co-cheerleaders from Colorado, Mollie & Ashley. I remember sitting on the Gold Coast, burying my feet in the sand with these two new friends. We quickly began telling each other all about our future husbands and how our weddings would be. We mapped out our lives. (Back then, I was a sap, yes.) The immediate bond was strange, but I knew without a doubt, we would be friends for a long time. What we didn't know without a doubt - was that the boy that Ashley spoke of that summer seven years back - turned out to be her husband.

And as the fireworks went off over the lake Saturday night - I smiled, knowing that something similar was going on just a wee bit more north of my desert abode. :)

Congratulations Ashley & Clinton Swanson. I'm unbelievably happy for the two of you and eagerly await what wonderful things life brings to your marriage.